What happens to the girl,
when she realizes its not grandma-in her bed,
its a wolf instead.
And his teeth are scary sharp and mean,
they glisten and gleam
with anger, rage, and heartache
on a natural disaster.
What should the girl do,
should she trust the wolf with its
bright pretty eyes
and his lengthy explanation-
filled with nothing but lies?
“Baby, I won’t hurt you.”
“Baby lets work things out…”
“Baby, this marriage is worth saving.”
“When i mentioned murder-suicide in a casual way-it was because i was only joking.”
“You believe me right? Folks say stuff like that all the time but never mean it…”
Yeah, well…not so much.
That was when red riding hood spied
her grandmothers shiny bare bones
in their walk-in closet.
Never trust a wolf,
right there and then she decided.
A wolf is always lying.