You knocked quietly, yelled loudly. Sometimes I can't tell the difference. You come in with fangs out ready to pounce. Little do you ever come for a plesent conversation. But Usually just to mark my walls with your claws again. Your voice is growling and your laugh is a long snarl, one that I can not unhear. The roof shakes at the vibrations of your foot steps. Thump, clatter. Thump, shake. Thump whimper. You circle me with your words, like pray, making me trip and stumble. That is how you win, isn't in? Make your opponent smaller then you feel inside?  
You're a slob , you say.
Good for nothing, you yell.
Why are you always alone? You ask.
Why ask when you know? Why make the memory of your words and the feeling of your fists brighter and deeper in my mind? Oh that's write this isn't pleasant talk. You are here to win. To mark me with a stamp saying that I am nothing.
But as I stood up surrounded by nothingness and darkness, I had to remind myself that i am a human. Flesh and bone. A real person. One with a destiny, thoughts and feelings. Not one less important then the other.
I am not little red riding hood who hid under hoods while being consumed by ugly things disguised as familiar.
I am not Bell who did something she swore she would never do; she settled for someone she did not love.
I am the lady of the lake.
I am the tree that fell in the forest and dared to make a noise.
I well not be locked in towers by men afraid of fire.
I well not stay away from the sea and sun and fly in the same air I have always breathed.
I am more, and I am bigger on the inside then you feel on the outside

Lurking in the shadows
Their eyes as yellow as rays of moonlight
They wait for me with the knowledge that star studded nights call on me
more often than friends
and tonight is a rhinestone studded leather jacket
one I cannot fathom missing a chance to try on

From the forest they'll watch me
teeth glistening as they run their tongues over each molar
saliva and anticipation both dripping from open jaws
as they watch me come closer the leader of the pack speaks
he is large
and knows a lot more than I do
at least that is what he tells me
and I listen
I always listen
for my eyesight is not very keen
I can't even throw words without having them stick to the wrong people
but my ears are alert enough to hear crickets in thunderstorms
there are many crickets tonight
and their symphony is lulling
but I am only listening to the wolves voices,
as what they say is important

"How are you?" he asks
even though we both know he does not care
there is one thing on his mind,
the answer to the question he asks every night
the thing that keeps him awake
I am the prey he has yet to catch

I sigh,
and kick at broken bones at my feet
the rest of the pack is impatient
and near the back a pup is silenced as he begins to cry out
I know the answer he wants
but it is not the answer my tongue itches to give
my heart and head want different things
as they are both aching and want it to end

The wolf wants me dead
he has from the beginning
It used to only be in the night
now it seems to have found my way into my veins
and I cannot even look to the sun without imagining his eyes at my throat
when I am trying to sleep he will whisper threats
always in the form of sweet nothings
as if trying to ****** me

My lips part and I am about to speak
but there is a light that makes itself present above us
the sun is rising
and I can see the wolves squint
this has happened sooner than they expected
in the morning light different thoughts awake
I begin to question why I'm out of bed

It is as if my daytime self is different than my nighttime self
and at the sight of sunbeams my nighttime persona snarls
my daytime heart has taken over
and suddenly I am afraid,
an emotion that my night body does not feel

I turn back to the mouth of the forest
but the wolves are gone
and for the what seems to be the first time in my life
I am happy to be alive

From the shadows my night soul tries to warn my current state
it will not last
and the wolves will be back at dusk
the same question on their tongues

Snapping twigs like snapping bones
A silent silence that silences all
Almost unreal, almost too still
A different planet, maybe.
But as she drew nearer
Wide-eyed and weary
Early on this bitter morn
She was alone once more.
Fawn-less now, unattended
Even stag, if you will
Yearning for her child still
But hey, a wolf’s gotta eat.
Another meal for another beast
She walks along, breaking bones
Scenery just as grey as the sky
A shiny lense catches her wide eye.
It witnessed every last detail
Every gruesome cry and wail
Will they enjoy this tragedy?
She doubts it.
As of late, the hunting ended
But she hopes they will learn
That after she’s hunted by guns
She’s hunted by fangs.

Night time; the foxes dance in the pale moonlight,
with their beautiful black eyes shining bright.
The wolves howl towards the night sky,
singing a sublime song through each and every cry.
Owls hidden in the swaying forest trees,
watching out for their prey, solemn and at ease.
This is the wild and it's a beautiful place,
one that humans should learn to embrace.
- cowritten with Maddison Perry (9 years old)

He fell in love with a wolf, and every night the trees and dirt called to her. Every night he let her run to the woods. Her mother earth.