She Wolf

Her smile is as terrifying
As it is beautiful
When her lips seem to curl into a snarl
As she bares her teeth
In a blood curdling
Yet oh-so-dainty way.

Ferocious little she wolf
Walks with the grace
Of a delicate lady
As well as the poise
Of a mother
Readied to defend
Her pups and her dignity.

Blood drips
From her teeth
As her eyes glisten
Like the twinkle
Of one gone mad,
But her aura is vicious,
Suffocatingly sweet
And soothing
While she tears
Out your insides.

One solitary nail
Scrapes the skin
Of a still-beating heart;
She smiles
That wicked smile,
For the circle of life
Is quite lovely painted red.