little red riding hood

swallowing my apple juice
and spreading my legs on the bed
i twist like a broken animal

feeding the mouth of the wolf,
that plunders, drool pooling
down my chest.

hide and seek in the treasure
he's unlocking my secrets
with a snarl.

i trace your mouth that is angry
red, covered in my own
blood. you just want more.
until my wounds are sore

and you

i scream, but i'm so little
gold coins stuffed in my mouth
tie me up and throw me the trunk
"you've killed her this time" he growls
in his head
and my head hits the end
of the four-post wooden bed
with the loudest voiceless

you know i'm dead
you know i'm dead

Poetry by anguisette
Read 1066 times
Written on 2010-03-26 at 20:54

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