“everyone who saw her liked her”[1] she entered the woods and the trees rose at her sight her bottle of wine broke stained the dress that used to be white because the Big Bad Wolf wears sheep's fur he does not show his fangs he smiles poor girl could hear words but not the way he glared down at her when he asked “where” she simply gave him the answer “Thank you, wolf” she giggled as he walked her back home so monsters wouldn’t catch her she’d be eaten anyway she might as well choose her predator oh how grandma loved her partner to hear, to see, to grab her better when she doubted, nana said “no girl has even been luckier” it was so dark inside the wolf’s body that grandma didn’t have to close her eyes so she could never see “if my mother tells me not to” but when he opened her mouth she was told to answer “I do” About the author:
Charlotte Poitras is a queer neurodivergent artist-entrepreneur based in Montréal, with more than 100 publications internationally, spanning literature, theatre, visual arts, and audiovisual work. She handles mainstream culture like playdough to make it her own and defend social causes in both shocking and entertaining ways.
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“Well, we’ll find that out”[1] thought the doctor when she said she was autistic laid twenty mattresses on a pea as a trick wondering if she could feel it but she slept well not even scarcely never did she complain oh had black and blue all over her body now they knew she was faking for a real autistic girl is hypersensitive and the pea was put in the DSM-5 “where it may still be seen if no one has stolen it” the girl remains undiagnosed and is still masking [1] With quotes from the original tale. About the author:
Charlotte Poitras is a queer neurodivergent artist-entrepreneur based in Montréal, with more than 100 publications internationally, spanning literature, theatre, visual arts, and audiovisual work. She handles mainstream culture like playdough to make it her own and defend social causes in both shocking and entertaining ways.
no one wrote a tale about the ugly step-sister she used to be beautiful and fair with her heart black and ugly but they made her ill-favored so it would be easier to see she mocked the princess like she had been laughed at she took away her pretty dresses so pleasing, she would be a little less “those who earned food must earn it” she learned how to fight by being hit “comb our hair, brush our shoes, and make her buckles fast”[1] maybe she needed help, maybe she had to ask she danced for a man that wouldn’t hold her hand fought for a place where they laughed at her face cut her toes shorter to fit in a shoe never tailored for her “there they go, there they go! There is blood on her shoe; The shoe is too small, Not the right bride at all!” she cried as she couldn’t be loved, only fall for she was unpretty she did not deserve romance nor pity only shame and nowhere in the original tale does anyone remember her name About the author:
Charlotte Poitras is a queer neurodivergent artist-entrepreneur based in Montréal, with more than 100 publications internationally, spanning literature, theatre, visual arts, and audiovisual work. She handles mainstream culture like playdough to make it her own and defend social causes in both shocking and entertaining ways. |
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