Sleddingfree
bites on bread
says things in her head
and doesn't say them aloud
crunch crunch go the thoughts
walking acrosss frosty ground
waiting in the parking lot
crunch softly the whispers outside the toy factory grows
silent
quiet as the shshshshshshshshshshs sounds of a shivering tree that has already shed its leaves
a sharp clack clack across the store the windows open shush shut behind us
here we are
but what can we have in this silent
corridor
I take a hand and look around waiting for the right thing to attach
snow outside
better grab a broomstick then
he pushes me aside
a sled is bettter
on a volcano you see
we have to drag you up there
no matter what we leave and as silent as that night is
the next morning
I am served up on a dish down the mountain
what fun!
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