hansel and gretel

January 11, 2018
By 0skyscraper0 SILVER, Stockholm, Other
0skyscraper0 SILVER, Stockholm, Other
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the words fall out of my pockets,

 

as if i'm running, 

 

as if i'm flying,

 

phrases thrown around as if they're that trail of breadcrumbs left behind.

 

as if the clunky mess of sentences is my safety net to catch me and fling me back home.

 

the heat of the blazing fire is heating up my face, scolding like what lies ahead.

 

i look back at the worlds of words i have created;

 

and only then can i look the witch in the face.



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