breadcrumb your way back into the forest, Hansel
I know your tricks
I'm not falling for your trail
you tell stories, play innocent
you want me to follow along
you haven't lost your way, you don't need saving
you work for the witch,
gathering victims, pretending you're lost
pretending you stumbled your way in front of me by accident
& I pretend like I could believe you for just a moment,
just long enough to bolt the other way,
let your breadcrumbs feed the crows
let them peck at your feet until you can't run after me anymore
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Well-wrought! One who can make their own way has no need of another. When will we learn to walk side by side in mutual service, eh? Perhaps too much honesty is yet required for the old games to have lost their luster.
Wow, so profound and excellent writing. Love the intensity of it.