Panna Békési is a student of MA Writing at the University of Galway. She enjoys writing about the strange and the macabre. Two of her fiction pieces will be appearing in Literatum and The Medusa.
POETRY
Little Red Riding Hood In The Wolf’s Belly
It burns!
It burns
too dark
where is the light
please please please please please
won't someone save me I swear I never meant for this
oh please please please please please please
God
it is unbearable too wet the smell I am sorry Mother
too tight it hurts Grandmother where are you
oh God
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry…
Prehistoric Child
I read a history book once,
Of a child twenty thousand years ago,
Walking side by side with his hound.
The only thing left is their short journey.
Their footprints etched into the earth,
Immortalised forever,
Covered in sooth,
A single torch their guiding light.
How scared he must have been,
In the dark of night.
Did he feel a little braver,
With his loyal hound by his side?
This little child,
Lost to time.
Save for his footprints,
And that of his hound's.