The day she the lead her kids to die alone in the woods, they found beauty and joy.
Beauty other kids could only dream of
Their tiny eyes shined and their mouths watered
They ran to the sweet smelling cottage to devour its sugray structure,
Not realising that it was meant to lure in little ones like them
Lure little ones like them directly to the mouth of the monster who’s bulging eyes shone over ...
Grass.
Green blades of grass.
Weeds.
Weeds in the sidewalk cracks.
White— no blue.
White clouds. Blue sky.
Shoelaces.
Untied shoelaces. I bend down.
No. The sidewalk blurrs and sways. Hands push against the cold concrete.
In. Out. In. Out
Take another shakey breath in and out.
Tears. In my eyes. Fog. A blizzard of emotions running through my head. Help. I need help.
I look around for an...
