The Girl Who Cried Wolf Poem by Alexander Downie
The Girl Who Cried Wolf
The girl who cried wolf sits with a smug grin,
not feeling the leaches biting into her aging skin.
leeches covet only the freshest of flesh,
dropping back into the murk when they have their fill.
The girl who cried wolf has her precious space,
and will use it to hurt and her own soul disgrace.
When the wolves circle and slowly rip off her flesh
her final fate to die alone, in her own woven mesh.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 2:04:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
final fate of the girl is pathetic but a nice poem