Book I: Through Darkness and Thorns
Chapter III: How Could You
Traps
Traps are set for tiny things
Hopeless, small, with no wings.
Escape is not a question here
Shadows, shadows everywhere.
Scream the words that hold you tight
Take a leap into the night.
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A page from the Poetry and Quilt Square Books
of The Child Abuse Survivor Monument
