Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort

pandora's box

mama bear welcomes you

arms are open wide

holds to you pandora's box

says "won't you look inside?"

a purse-sized cat

innocent and sweet

eyes of emerald 

and fur like ink

bottles of pills

on the bathroom sink

she wants what's yours

don't dare blink

a five-year-old

made up like a queen

handed a scepter

and jewels that gleam

cradling in her hands

broken figurines

waving around the shards

as if they're acting out a scene

and then there's the angler

dangling a soft light

trying to convince you

of what is and isn't right

and you would do anything

to get him out your sight

but he revolves around you

like a blinking satellite

finally a puppy 

neck adorned with a golden wreath

but what you do not see

is the wolf hidden beneath

because as soon as you take your sword

and put it in its sheath

and extend your arm to stroke it

is when it bares its teeth

she gazes down at her creatures

with affection in her eyes

"don't you just love them?"

she says, oblivious with pride