Gnash Gnash

If wolves could talk.

With sharp teeth and a mean glare a stranger can make your heart lurch.
Wherever you go you're watched with that same scowl.
They don't explain themselves and you don't ask, but it is scary.

You're frightened and you're hardened in structure.
Head straight ahead, eyes pinned forward.
Back stiff.

No talk.
No talk.
Sewn lips.

Speaking your mind was the first mistake.
Standing up was your last.
The hanging was theirs.

Author's Note

If I made any errors please point it out! Maybe leave your thoughts on my writing too..?

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[Rachelle]

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