Teeth

He was a wolf. His large gleaming teeth and dominant personality. She should have know better but instead insisted that she knew what she was doing. She didn’t and then her house of cards crumbled and she was humbled to only except scraps. Until one day, she knew she’d had enough. She was better than what she thought of herself and she knew she needed to break away. She chiseled every last lock of the chain she had gladly thrust upon herself and made her escape. Her defiance, her willingness to leave everything - it changed her. She was stronger than she knew. Armed with only that knowledge, she began to look at things shrewdly but she found her hope. She had the audacity to want better. These are the teachings she learned. She could get through anything as long as she remembered that caresses were fleeting but self preservation was necessary as air. This was merely a dark time but the light she saw in the sky held so much promise, it took her breath away. She looked high above and then took flight to where she was always meant to be.