Ridding hood's cape could not compare in color,

To a wound left so deep that she was almost transparent,

Coughing up a bitter taste of pennies,

She strays through a carnivore filled wood

Latching onto the ferocious folicles of a nearby grizzly bear

Mistaking his calm for a lick of love.

Attracted by the scent of her trickling blood,

His troublesome fleas infest her blistering flesh like a Petri dish,

So that when the grizzly bear returns to his lonesome cavern,

Her growing gash welcomes parasites galore,

From the debilitating bite of her own Momma bear

Like the lulling lure of lavender yet,

When those wilting petals crumble

The tranquil illusion is lost.

Identical to the fists that cobble at a harlot's eyes,

Leaving it a bulging mess

Spitting at her pale expression with

Beads of the violent color