I am a girl. I wear a red coat.
I am simple.
I am a wolf. I am naked.
I am industrial. I am complex.
I am an industrial complex lurking in the woods and I would eat myself, in a word, whole.
I am a noun and a static verb.
I run wild and engender terror and fear.
I am oil. I am a weapon. I am waste.
I am feasting my eyes and I would swallow us both, whole.
I am wolf with teeth, claws, and paws.
I am a hopeless cause, dependent on you.
A lifelong sentence, this dreadful vigil, waiting for the woodcutter to tear me apart or
pull me out whole.