Pink Little Riding Hood
Once upon a time
there was a lost little riding hood
the hood was a color of pink
looking for her sister with the red hood
without direction
she found herself in circles at night in the woods
crying for help she lied by the river
falling asleep by the log
she woke up to
a bright light in her face
a laugh
then two, three, a chorus of laughter
phones clicked and pictures were taken
confused she sat up and
as she began to ask for help
they all walked back to their cars
and drove off leaving
poor little pink riding hood
once again alone and lost in the woods
she lied back down and
went to sleep
Forever
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