BehindShadows
I find it under vines. So simple,orange round. For one it will mean so much. I raise my wand and say nonsensical words. In that instance, the pumpkin transforms into a carriage. Destiny awaits.
The pie comes out of the oven. Warm and moist, it fills me of memories of my home. The home I can't get back too. The home that is gone. The recipe of the pie is lost. And so am I.
the knife is cold
metal and sharp
I have one goal
one task
to make a face
to decide features
who will it be?
who will I make?
swimming and hunting
slicing through the cold water
knives cut through the flesh
They come after me; hunting. They circle around me. Words tear at my flesh like teeth. They devour me. They watch me bleed. This is the fun; this is the game. And I am the bait; their meal.