Once they got stuck in the underbrush
Red berries crushed into their hands
Who knows what under their fingernails
They had to slither to get in.
Before that, they were running
Rinsing the surprise from their faces
Scrambling for ways to go faster
One too small to keep up
Saturday morning in the crawl space
Could barely hear the rage from down the hall
Breath quickening, heart unravelling
Trying and trying to be quiet and still.
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