Fucking rip, I kinda liked you

Brown doe eyes stare at a ‘Wolf’ in disbelief, she wonders what she did wrong—

Panicked fight, blade makes a mess. A lamb watches, ‘Fucking rip, I guess’

‘Fucking rip, this is a mess to clean.’ She chose the painful way out.

Faded red dye, brown eyes adore us both. She doesn’t mind the mess.

Devoted brown eyes gaze at a ‘Wolf’, understanding c’est la vie in the cabin.

Quick slash, she didn’t suffer. A lamb sighs, ‘Fucking rip, I kinda liked you’

Badges, sirens, my eyes meet a quick slash. A sacrificial Lamb—

‘Fucking rip me’—time passes, scars fade, knowledge gained, tarot read.

The cards are flipped, why am I here—tarot read—she sees without

knowing how close to the truth she is. ‘Fucking rip, you fascinate me.’

Friends with a badge hidden in plain sight, the truth in our mothers’ graves.

A bond I don’t want to shake. ‘Fucking rip, why are you a magnet for death.’

Tricked by a ‘Wolf’, blades meet. His cold grin of proudness ends our bond.

Safe, together, two lambs—one with teeth. ‘Fucking rip, I kinda care about you.’