Little Red Riding Hood

I like how this poem turned out, although I think I am quickly becoming That Person in your writing class who always writes the depressing/violent/creepy poems, which to be honest is a little baffling to me. I am not That Person! I don't even own any eyeliner, and I've never learned how to play the guitar! Obviously I am going to have to write some poems about trees and odes to my fuzzy socks to even things out. But this was fun for experimenting with using more figurative language (metaphors and I tend to approach each other cautiously, without making too much eye contact) and trying to keep the subject and the details of the poem sufficiently ambiguous.

( what big teeth you have )