The Wolves.

You tell yourself that everything is as it was the day before. 

Nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

But in the night, sharpen your teeth, because 

what you thought was the apple of your eye once, will rot faster

than worms come out of the wood work.

Take a bite of the apple and turn into the Snow White that was never asleep. 

Poisoned and with tainted blood pumping through your veins.

Or little Red Riding Hood.

There's a pack of big, bad wolves charging at you and Granny's still in her safe little house.

The knife she held won't help you now.

You wake up in an alternate world where all of your demons won.

The wolf ate the girl and the apple poisoned the peasant. 

The fish got lost deep in the sea and couldn't find her way home in a new world

forbidden to her people.

There were happy endings merely because peoplle couldn't rationalize with the reality.

The ugly, elephant in the room that was never accepted by anyone because 

of one difference.

All of these things look completely happy and normal because 

you tweak one thing that made everything different.

That one plot twist that nudged that one decision a little to the right,

or screwed in that gear a little more so that everything worked.

But that one thing never seems to make any sense.

Therefore, those things never happen in the real world.

Thus, there are no true happy endings in the rational break-down.

Everything plunges to the sea floor,

where she lies no longer as she was before.

The poison spreads and nothing is as functional as everything else was.

The darkness comes over everything like a massive fog.

Dark like an abyss.

Dark like a wolf's hunger.

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.