[228]: gretel
the breadcrumb trails
you left behind to lead me
to your favorite hiding spots
have somehow been preserved
and every now and then
i follow them
and peek into your windows
to see if you are
smiling and laughing
or smashing bottles against walls.
this habit's been more frequent lately
as i realized all along
it wasn't my fault we'd lost our way
like you had told me
but you just didn't care who was there
to feed to your wolves
(oh, if you could only see
how i dance
knowing
i can always save myself)