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Red's Little Tale

By Kathleen Hellen | Posted 6/5/2002

He breathes a foul deceit
but she can see his blackened
feet, the charred tips of his ears,
and, o, the nose: an arrow
pointed to her heart. The lie
he tells she wants to believe.
But who's fooling whom? The dark
wooded path shortcuts the need
she denies. It's the hurt red-
hooded that eats her alive.

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