Red

Danielle Pietruszka


The wind a symphony of danger,

Roaring between the trees.

My limbs groan,

Sprinting against their will.

Do not stop running.

“You can’t hide forever”, he howls.

The shrill swing of the chains beckon in agreement.

Raw skin around her wrists is quivering,

Please, no more.

My calloused fingers claw at the cape around my neck.

It’s faded red wool heavy with imprisonment..

“Hello, Red”, he croons.

Yellow fangs emerge from the darkness,

To greet me hungrily.

Eye to eye with my predator.

The chains unfold with a murderous clank.

“Time to get you back to Grandma’s”.