A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

His hands grab mine, clamping onto my fingers like the jaws of a predator

His grip refusing to release his prey as he pulls me close

Any hint of a smile vanishes from my face

He forces my hand over his shoulder and grabs my waist

Everytime I pull away, his hold on me tightens

Now all their warnings make sense

I shouldn’t have let him bring me here

He deceived me

Donning his curly white fleece, he hid his true self

Pretending to be the nice guy he knew I needed

Fake hooves covered his razor sharp claws

His insatiable hunger hidden by soothing words

Soft green eyes distracted from his toothy smile engineered for death

His ruse was well constructed, it had worked on many girls like me

Girls who couldn’t resist helping a friend in need

It wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t see any detail arm’s length away

So I ignored the warning

I shouldn’t have let him bring me here

Older friends said, “be careful”

“He’s dangerous”

“You aren’t the first new girl he ‘befriended’”

My peers told him to “back off”

“Can’t you see she’s not into you”

“She just needs a friend her age”

I smiled at these friends

But I didn’t take their words to heart

I thanked them for their help

I knew they had good intentions

Yet, I didn’t heed their advice

I ignored their concerns and now I’m stuck in this situation

I shouldn’t have let him bring me here

His once soft green eyes morph into something… sinister

Now they capture mine and refuse to set me free

I wish I could’ve foreseen his malice

Strong arms force me closer, pressing me against his body

He leans in, now I can feel his hot breath on my cheek

I wish we weren’t alone

My friends warnings flash through my brain

They were right, the realization granted me strength

It’s not too late to listen to them

I shouldn’t have let him bring me here

With my newfound strength, I could see my escape clear as day

I imagined reaching for it, my fingers stretching outwards

As my fingertips grazed the light of my freedom, I broke from the wolf’s grasp

I shoved against his chest and his claws lost their grip

No longer am I a sheep, his prey meekly waiting to be caught

I

Am

Free