(My auto correct always wants to change Doug to dog whenever I type on my phone about my assault memories and much of my anxiety in talking through how this effects my relationships, decisions and sense of safety shows in my body in the form of tension at my shoulders, the feeling of a restricted or belted rib 'cage' and useless arms that freeze and can't push anyone away, and the learned helplessness that comes from that outcome as an ongoing pattern... so this is the allegorical diorama that resulted).
After a freeze response to an attack by this local wolf dog, my inner child has fashioned her formerly frozen arms back on with wire. One day she plays so hard they come off and she continues to fashion them back on with wire. She comes across this wolf dog that has been a bully to others repeatedly, abusive of neighborhood children, yet no adult has stopped him...She knows he's smart in his way. But he's smart in a predatory, primal way. She knows he can't resist hunger and lust. She is cerebral and clever and emotional. So she carves this slab of meat to be shaped as a breast, leaving a piece of fat on the top as a nipple and puts it in the cage in an industrial warehouse near the field he is known to roam. The wolf dog is so tempted and comfy with his history of privilege, he doesn't even notice the bars. He quickly eats the raw meat breast and turns around. In that instant moment of truth, he sees that he is in a cage and has been tricked by a girl he recognizes. She with absolute presence of mind meets his gaze with the knowing authority that she has in fact tricked him and it's he who is in the cage and she who holds the latch, about to shut the door and climb the ladder to free herself.