wolf at the door

When that bad wolf

comes knocking on your door,

teeth bared,

eyes narrowed, yellow, and mean,

and you hide,

in a ball,

in a corner,

hugging your knees up to your chest,

and all your inside

is screaming,

is shattering into a million pieces,

what do you do?

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