Through the Woods

 the truth turns on its skewer. scorching over the flames of want. 

our hunger blossoms. the petals open. exposing the core. the light rushes in. making it stronger still. 

we're animals. treading water in an ocean of instinct and evolution. 

we're alone in our tiny sailboats. clinging to the wind. desperate for an island. 

i slip inside the distance. surprised at how well it fits. 

i follow the bread crumbs back into the woods. but the wolves are all dead. 

there's only the crumbling candy house. and the witch's empty oven. 

all our choices have blood on them.