Dear Little Red,
how is your grandmother?
Sorry, I forgot she's dead.
How about your mother, father, sister or maybe brother?
We heard your story,
how about what happened to them?
Is theirs a tale filled with fear, blood, love or glory?
Perhaps they simply died over the years.
Dear Red Riding Hood,
you're a liar, a brat, a murderer.
No one will know about what you did,
perhaps you ran away with that hunter.
I wonder if he saved you,
your tail was quite lovely.
Or hopefully, he killed you,
and gave your story a happy ending.
YOU ARE READING
➳ the things i never say out loud
PoetryPoems by yours truly, because sometimes we aren't happy and that's okay. Happiness doesn't last forever, neither does sadness.
