Little red-riding hood,
Lost in the dark wood,
Everything is seen,
But nothing is familiar,
Keep going, you'll recognize something soon.
Running fast scared to death,
Houses, mountains, and trees,
There's the edge of a cliff,
A road constantly winding father.
Come across a man as vicious as a wolf,
Please don't see me,
It's too late.
Bigger than life the harrassment starts,
Just ignore him and keep going,
But he grabs me,
Please let go of me.
Start to fight he likes it more.
You scream and cry
But he doesn't care, he won't stop.
You fade outside yourself,
You look on from afar,
No longer trapped in your body.
Don't fight little girl in red,
It can't be that bad,
You might enjoy it.
Come back to your body,
Even as the screams stop,
He keeps going.
You know it's wrong,
But you can't help but savor the pleasure.
Change your prospective,
Maybe the wolf won't swallow you whole.
Open wide, moan louder,
Pinned down but soaring high.
What was once evil and malicious,
Is now sadistic and gratifying.
Author notes
A twisted and sadistic version of little red riding hood. Love it or hate it, it's my minds twisted imagination.
A contest entry
- Dark & Twisted Fairy-Tales by Rinoasis.
600 points, ended October 5, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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WONDERFUL!!
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Don't worry - I love it! Twisted is exactly what I was looking for!
As for the poem - it was totally exciting to read! I kept reading with hunger for more, hehe. My favourite part is where the man grabs her.. that's where it truly starts! The ending is especially cool. It's like it got even worse.. and I like that, hehe. Well done, poet!
Thanks for entering my contest!
Blessings,
~M
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