little red heart

she slept in the folds 

between pages like a bookmark

she slept 

 

in the night the owl

hooted and the books 

fell like thunder

 

when she woke

he was already gone 

dusty fingerprint traces

 

inside her heart 

the wires dug deep and cut 

to build walls

 

her feet climbed

to the top

and she fell 

 

into the mouth

of the wolf 

who swallowed

 

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