Sheep’s Clothes


I always knew

you were a war machine.

Never occurred

that you would turn on me.

There’s no truth

in your mouth anymore,

only the teeth

of a carnivore.

All the times

you kept me

safe inside,

you were just planning

my homicide.

The end of the world.

The end of all life.

I watched your smile

become a bite.

I wonder if it’s time

for you to know

that I’ve grown

teeth of my own.

You’re not the only wolf

in sheep’s clothes.

I’ve learned

to blend in

with the fold.



HG – 2022 

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