Disclaimer: I do not own the tale of Little Red Riding Hood
Summary: A dark poem of Little Red Riding Hood's story. It is based on the Le Petit Chaperon Rouge version by Charles Perrault. This is not meant for children.
"Stained"
My thighs were painted red when you finished
A stain only the Virgin Mary could see
The flesh from my hood was torn open
From you riding my innocence to get your release
You grunted for me to call you my Daddy
I whimpered and called you a wolf
Your flat tongue traced my face then you whispered
"Baby Girl, you'll never have it this good"