Some men leach, some men capture

The wolf who comes in 

wearing grandma’s skin

They infantilize, idolize, fetishize us

their mommy dearests

Rarely daring, she unravels the dream that deemed her salacious,

fallacious 

Once precious, she grows desperate, 

no wild thing to trust 

accept the 

mirror mirror on the wall to reveal the truth, 

proof of her peering in, 

Revering the portal that casts her out, 

Searing at the revelry

Yet like Galadriel,

casts a spell 

to orchestrate her own escape

While jeering at the irony.