Little Red Riding Hood is a Slut (Pt 5)

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5.

She shines her light, too pretty to hide, turns herself over to what she is deep inside, smiles at the wolf and says thanks for the ride. The wolf devours her secrets and her shame (a shame that came solely from the ones who gave her a name) Spitting her out, the way she began, she remembers the truth that always stands. She possesses creation with her hands, she chooses to be no longer blind, and she sees hell and and she wants out. She knows there are mirrors behind her eyes. She’s always been wolf wearing love as disguise. When being yourself comes with a price, when love is a behavioral device. We all are taught a simple lesson “I love you” is a lie. And to be you is to want to die. Self Hatred pacifies the duality, we peek through holes in fences so that we’re free. The gate is open if you look inside, listen and love, and know life and love are what we cherish. Without the journey, we don’t live before we perish. Without lesson learning, we forget the very reason we exist. Experience is all we have on the to-do list, there is no wrong, except believing wrong exists.

It’s not just a story, slightly redone. It’s a nonfiction piece that’s been told for eons. Day by day, we become wolves, one by one. Our mouths and minds a loaded gun. We bite each other with a love restraining, poisoning each other’s brains with hate based training. We spread a “love” most insane, we put our love in our past chains. But we have smiles and kisses too, all pain’s poison goes straight through. Like a heroine who is more like heroin, we project the wolves we fear. The way Red found life and her soul, is to let that bad boy eat her whole until she transformed being scared of opinions to having no fucks. I know that should rhyme, but for you it does suck

Little Red is just waiting for you to want to meet, she has so much for you to see. She’d share her story and hope to be – the very voice that sets you free. If you listen, you can hear, the directions to overcome fear. If you read this, you may find, enlightenment is embracing  Maya. But until that fateful day, all you hide away are all the wolves you greet day by day. But that’s not the ending for our Little Red, there are no more nasty voices in her pretty head. She is free of little red hoods, except the one she hopes you rub good, she loves that she’s apparently a slut, it’s better than wasting your life in a rut. 

All of your lies are shadows and loss, you can say goodbye and find the love that doesn’t double cross. But most don’t care or can’t care to hear, fear is more addictive than any drug here. So we beg for wolves to hurt us how we crave, climb your tree, claim you’re saved. Surprised and weeping though you choose your own grave.

…And they all lived happily ever after

The End

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