A thick spine of brown
edges of gold
stories passed down
forever re-told.
The book looked at me
and I looked back
wondering who would read
something like that
Now the thick book
sits in my room
it tells me the secrets
of stories once doomed
Snow white's evil witch
was tortured to death
dancing over coals
until her last breath
Red riding hoods ferocity
was never shown
the wolf's stomach cut open
and by her filed with stones
Why don't they tell these?
I do not know
but next time a book seems to whisper
please, listen close.