it’s not all sunshine and rainbows like it was when we were all but children. it’s dark and mysterious. you hear ominous footsteps in several pitches and consistencies. you never know what’s around that corner or behind that tree. maybe it’s a pitfall? or maybe it’s the portal to a better, much happier place.

we never know what’s lurking in the dark so be careful, and become the bad girl you were raised to be.

red riding hood’s warning

dearest girl don’t trust

boys with sharp eyes masked with slewed questions of mock stupidity

who smile with teeth so bright they mask the fangs

peeking above the horizon of their lips in a faux snarl

and say your name like it is a casual thing to come and go

just one of million to rumble up from their cavernous chests

where their heart is expected to rest

but these kinds of boys have long since turned heartless

an immortal evolutionary adaption Darwin himself could not find the answer to

because these boys are turned more wolf than man

but hide it with the sly superiority of alpha confidence

and let it peek through with the animalistic gleam in their eyes

when full white smiles like that of the full moon

are present on the faces of the girls whose names are spoken

with the casual authority of these boys with fangs tucked neatly

inside the flesh of their lips

and dearest I warn you to never trust boys with honeyed words

that are shadowed with the ashy residue of anger

and the sly smirk of known wittiness

for they are armed with fangs and claws

just waiting to devour you