Adolescent girls held each other when movies got scary
and spied on their neighbors during weekly feuds.
Conversations about homework and boys
danced around them like a protective halo.
Kids forget to recognize their vulnerability;
kids should be able to forget their vulnerability.
They shouldn't feel unsafe in packs of four.
The woods were dark, and a red haze covered everything
and we all lost each other between the trees.
She avoided my gaze when I found her,
so I couldn't see; I glanced over
I couldn't see it ws an inside job, the danger I was in.
I couldn't see that I was the last
the beast would be able to conquer.
The beast would be captured by constables
and placed into shackles for the next ninety-one moons.
A red forest still eachoes with children's cries,
more than just the four of us.
We still haven't found each other in here.