Little Red Riding Hood
I can see your eyes
watching me
wherever I go--
hungry, wanting,
piercing,
haunting,
covetous and ever--
so frightening
I can feel the heat from
your fingers aching to touch me,
break me, teeth sharpened
aching to touch me, break me,
teeth sharpened ready to devour
and take me, swallowing me whole
Lewd lips licked in lusty satisfaction,
gorged and plumbed by the painful
extraction of the last vestige of innocence I held onto brutally
ripped from me; the fragile,
emotional virginity I had retained,
remained deliberately until now, sullied, soiled by the impurity
of avaricious desires
My blood runs cold in
your lustful need,
your avaricious greed
to feed on me radiating,
vibrating in the air around me—
I, the main dish
for your solitary table
Will you eat me whole
or slice me up into
bite sized pieces?
Tender morsels sinfully
flavored to savor at your leisure
With nowhere to hide,
I crawl inside myself--
A frightened little girl
hoping not to be seen;
a Little Red Riding Hood
trembling in fear from
the Big Bad Wolf,
knowing that he’s not just near,
but arrived and here
… knocking at my door
alicia winski © 2011
