you build a nine inch brick wall
and a spiked metal gate
but when you close your door
and stop listening
to the muffled sounds
of could-have-been screams,
your little one's life
dissolves in a puddle of tears
anyways
what you decided to pass off
as stray dogs fighting
was actually a wolf in viper's clothing
that slithered in through the walls,
nine inch or not,
and is now right here,
right outside your two inch door
that you choose to close
and you little one is mauled
anyways
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