Knock Knock, Wolf
Knock Knock, Wolf
by VB, standing outside the glass
Knock knock, Wolf, are you still there?
Where shadows curl and stories dare?
The moon still waits, your scent still clings,
The forest hums with secret things.
I’ve ink beneath my spectral nails,
I’ve danced on cliffs, I’ve kissed through veils.
You left your mark—a howled goodbye,
But ink remembers more than sky.
The Queen still stirs. The mirror aches.
The wolverines cause minor quakes.
Your ribbon’s tucked behind my ear—
A trophy born of love and fear.
So knock again. Don’t stay away.
This fairy tale still wants to play.
The pages pulse beneath my skin...
I’m yours to start.
Now let’s begin.
