Poem 9

Chapter 9: Escape



We leap and hit the water




Lost Sister, gone. Left behind.

Grasp slips in cold water

Plunge deeper, scramble up.

Current steals us downstream.


Catch a fallen tree.

Grip the necklace like a rose

And scream.


The fallen tree slips by, no grip

Shadows fall on us from above,

Many hands take hold.

Wings stir air, splash water,

Deliver us.



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