a literary expedition

dear little red riding hood,  (i) fear makes the wolf look bigger. calm down, have a better look  he ain't that scary right..? now take a step forward that's it.. i believe you have realized  he the same size of Browny keep that strawberries aside it makes you look silly bend down, pick that big stone there rise & you ll find him running for his life. let grandma knit her sock  or make soup in peace.  (i) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Red_Riding_Hood#mediaviewer/File:Carl_Larsson_-_Little_Red_Riding_Hood_1881.jpg

words from somewhere deep within blastula of my illusion and verity born to my journal and fountain pen which slipped in wind and fell in rhythm

the pain in my chest  dissolved into my blood i wished to slit open my veins and pour it out the darkness in my mind the numbness of my knees my eyes pleaded more from the fading vision my lungs longed for air which was fleeing the room my cold body froze even my thoughts somewhere the loud hollowness rose filling the air around me the pain popped in droplets of sweat from every pore my beats raced my breaths till they cried like a hyena like the cork which popped like the foam which spilled like the plates that shattered like the glasses those slipped a moment rose like a big wave my body surfed it but later diminished into a slip like on a slimy floor a slip, a small quick flip like the one before falling asleep (my imagination of those last moments)