sweet dreams, bitter tears

for being sweet

two souls lost as the leaves and branches sway,

trying to look for

something amidst--

a place to stay

fallen twigs crack

cookies crumble

pretzels, candy canes, gingerbread men, and cinnamon buns

heaven! for the two

so they savored, as if

they only ate stale bread for food

a silhouette came out

for giving you warmth

she pulled them, on and on

dragged them into her house

the looks on her face was different from theirs

she had a plan.

this looked like nothing sweet

rusty hinges; you can hear the metal door creak

and down they fall

they've reached the bottom, thinking,

climb.

but did you give me any warmth?

drops of sweat don't seem to drop

they just vanish

and we might, too

grasping, longing for something,

freedom.

the door opened? suddenly

a hand came to help and it pulled me out

but that hand also locked the door

leaving my sister inside, as flames devour her

it's all about knowing whose hand to hold

her plan was not about roasting the both of us

but it was, at least, making both of us suffer

the boy

run

out of the wretched

just run

follow the trail of the dead birds

for the breadcrumbs i left were eaten

"where's gretel?"

i'm sorry.

apologies, pseudolistened

i lost a sister, yes i know,

i did my best to save her

i am no son of yours, yes

gretel was your favorite child, after all

well, she was your only child

good bye, mother. it would be better if i left.

it won't matter if the day you'll say sorry for being angry at me comes

i didn't leave any breadcrumbs this time.