The Twisted Tale Of Little Red Riding Hood

It looms before me
Watching my every move
Hunting me
Stalking me wherever I turn

I can feel its breath
On the back of my neck
Its drool
Burns the tenderness of my skin

Its jaws are open wide
Showing off its teeth
Its foul breath
Fills my nostrils with a sense of dread

I can see its body
Covered in thick fur
Larger than life
Bigger than first imagined

I call for help
My voice is weak
No louder than a mouse
It's barely a squeak

I clear my throat
And try again
Yelling louder this time
Praying someone hears

Someone does
They pound on the door
Calling out
Begging me to answer

I turned my head
As the monster leans in
It sniffs me
And I cower and cringe

I let out a scream
As it licks my cheek
Tasting the salty texture
Of my tender skin

That's when I turn to look
Facing my fears
I open my mouth
But nothing comes out

Its paw holds my throat
Its claws sharp
It begins to snarl
Its lip curls up

"My, what big eyes you have"
It says with a smirk
"Don't worry, my dear,
There's nothing to fear
But for what it's worth
Grandma says that woodsman's a jerk."

It smiles
Its teeth gleam in the light
I let out a scream
As I feel its fangs bite

Now I wander the woods
Somewhere between death and life
Warning all those
Of a creature that stalks the night

My cape is torn
My dress is ripped
I am doomed
To wander forever

And every now and then
I can do nothing but gulp
As I hear its laughter
The laughter of the Big Bad Wolf