The Importance of Little Red Riding Hood

deceits a thing.

You’ve got bedroom sheets smooth up against your skin

And bedroom eyes locked on his

Something close to Egyptian cotton

I wish I could tell you

                what

it feels like

To have scarlet rose petals pressed up against my

                                Body

 

See I’ve been bathing with these rose colored

      Glasses

Up against my eyes

Tainting my vision to this nostalgic sepia tone

 

It’s like I’ve been bathing in blood

                That’s barely lukewarm

Just flesh in the mouth of a fairytale’s

                           Big

                                 Bad

      Wolf

Sway with me

To the other side of the moon

Roses in your mouth

                Tell me who the real wolf is

In sheep’s clothing

 

My eyes are nothing but the mirror

                           mirror on the wall

it’s your lover who killed them all

you see he’s been busy chomping up little pigs

well there were

                                three of a kind

It’s not your fault you scream

You didn’t cause his red rampage

 

But even if you’re not the reason

For what a

                BIG

                      BAD

                                Wolf

He turned out to be

 

You see you love him and

you’re stuck with him now

embedded deep in the walls of your paper thin heart

Cradling him in your crimson colored cloak

Sipping bloody toxins from his kiss

 

There’s no happy dagger in this

Fairytale ending

 

Who’s the real monster? 

Author's Note

everything is intentional.

Reviews

[Invisible]

pretty yet dark with a touch of something disturbing. i can't tell what to think about this piece in regards to what it's saying XD.

[Falon Quirke]

This is great! Very well written. It makes me totally rethink fairytales...

[kera moondust]

thank you =)