Little Red and The Big Bad PTSD

This winter is cold and heavy,

The frost nipping at my toes,

But I know someone with a bigger bite,

I cannot escape.

 

The red snow follows every step,

Little red,

Little red,

I cannot escape.

 

Black consumes the red

It’s coming from the shadows,

I am scared,

I cannot escape.

 

Sharp teeth,

Glowing eyes,

Large claws,

I cannot escape.

 

Praying on the innocent,

Fear takes control,

The Big Bad Wolf strikes,

I cannot escape,

 myself.

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