It is when an old flame drops crumbs like I’ve told him my name is Gretel.
Crow has stored each one.
It’s like I trusted you again and this time from a better place.
Crow placed them in preparation, though rotting, he held on to them.
Today I mourn the loss of something that I thought was good. Rest in Peace, my friend.
The future
I swear on my life, everything is true. I saw Crow stuffing two people with breadcrumbs
He chanted, ‘Queen Unique is number one.
He chanted, ‘he’s nothing, my Queen, you’re the one. Everybody else is two to three. You’re the one!’
Two bodies lay at the base of a large rock
Stuffed with breadcrumbs
Stuffed with stale breadcrumbs
They were stuffed with disgusting stale breadcrumbs that were left for Queen Unique to consume.
Crow tilted his head to the left and whispered, ‘Did you forget that my Queen is a Baker?’
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The ovens were hot and large enough for two.
Inside they baked and bubbled and hissed.
Outside Queen Unique dismissed – the regret that tried to bring her back to the rules of that life.
Even after the ping, the flames continued to bring joy.
‘Fuck that liar, fuck his purpose and fuck his crumbs. I’m done.’ – Queen Unique
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