Just Say No

A poem

Image by Ryan Braxton, via Unsplash.

My head shook.

I couldn’t quite believe it, but it did.

She continued to look at me, the eyes

Of a wolf. The wool, scattered around the room.

The sheep’s clothing gone.

A raised hand, my own nervous shaking

Meant that said hand distorted before me.

But my one defiant word led that hand back down again.

‘No.’

And I left the room, still shaking,

Still struggling to breathe, slightly

But I packed my bags and left that eve,

(She tried to trick me so politely)

But it was too late for deception,

The sheep’s clothing was gone

I gathered it for warmth

And had left before dawn.