Friday 10/23/2009 12:55:00 AM

The train is coming. Her thoughts prepare. In a calm surrender she reserves for dead ends.

One way. Warn the road signs. Turn left say her hands.

I was only an infant when the world ended. Was just a child when it sprang anew. The end is everything to me. The candy house. The witch in the oven. All untrue.

The wolf ate the children. The witch still lives in her sugar-coated mansion. The children are still lost in the woods.

What's to save. Except for a few scraps of skin. The empty clothes she abandoned so close to the exit.

The open door. moving farther away. Her eyes. Slow. Like long division. No remainders.

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