The
Little
Woods


The
last
time
I
saw
my
sister We
played
hide-and-seek It
was
ten
years
old That
memory
of
my
sister The
last
one
I
had Whether
Clare
enjoyed
the
freedom Wed
never
know On
the
third
night She
and
her
friend Vanished
from
their
beds Their
bodies
were
never
found Blood
trickling
down Darkness
closing
in
around
us Unwilling
to
relinquish
control Fury,
rage
and
chiffon You
killed
Iris Hate
your
own
daughter Id
let
Clare
drown Strangled
her Suddenly
I
couldnt
breathe Pushed
down Head
plunging
into
the
water I
scrambled

I
clawed

I
kicked She
gave
a
full
confession Its
over
now Maybe
it
will
help
you
get
some
closure I
closed
my
eyes I
never
St.
Bedes The
woods
I
couldnt
forget The
woods
I
carried
with
me The
heavy
curtain
fell,
and
I
turned
to
go It
was
time
to
leave
the
land
of
the
dead