Ideals crumble like stale cookies falling from a child’s hand I follow the crumbs through the forest that no longer grows trees Across the butchered land I march, resolutely, back to my toxic habit I thought I had outgrown Tiny morsels are all you ever gave me leftover bits of time stuck in the corners of your frown a quickie while a file loaded - a bubble at a stoplight - This is the meal my starving soul craves I know every taste before my tongue dances out I trace every scar before my fingertips even reach your body I know how to live in the silence that you stretch out for days and in the torrents of words that you fire at me when you’re mad at the one who expects more of you than I ever could There is certainty in the margins I fought for so long and comfort in returning to the pages of this story still covered in my fingerprints Ideals crumble like stale cookies falling from a child’s hand so go ahead, burn your palm print on my skin go ahead, leave a vacancy in my heart I welcome the familiar
Ooh…I like the title image (although I expected the piece to go in a different direction).
Where did you think it would go?
I thought it was going to be about a more political despair.
It is, at base, I think - just not overt and very complicated lol.
https://geektyrant.com/news/stephen-king-and-maurice-sendak-reimagine-hansel-and-gretel-in-a-new-picture-book