The Hansel & Gretel Forest 7

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meanwhile,
Hansel has pushed Gretel
she is on the outside-the edge
of his mind, this story, this tall tale
a Flit-in and out, a sometimes blink

the beldame has
slid inside, soaking up the
edges, thick heavy sponge.
she feasts/flirts—leaving
bone shells—she goes for marrow
a seeker of sorts, maybe

cocooned in a triangle shaped room
Hansel is strapped
he taps lightly with a finger against the
wall, holding out for—
anything besides a beldame
her eyes craving insides
the ends of his toes sucked clean
on the pristine floor, the deep inner core
pointy hollow room
spic and span clean