January 19th, 2007

Little Red Riding Hood all grown up

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She walks in beauty, like the night,
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
-Lord Byron

Silence unchanged,
I was left as a child.
Dragged from the cradle,
I was wombed in the wild
Ran with the wolfpack,
Flesh torn to shreds
No compensations,
I was left there for dead...