by Janis Gaines
I’ve left breadcrumbs on the trail —
On this dark, windy path through the forest,
Where small footprints tread softly.
What were you thinking, really,
Heading that way in the first place?
Like Hansel and Gretel — did you find
Yourself seduced by a glitter-thing and
A sweet treat?
Some fabled fairy tale of freedom?
“Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.”
When you find yourself in a witch’s
Fun-house of horrors, eat this bread,
And drink this cup
To find your way home.
© February 7, 2017