"we held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. we danced with witches and kissed monsters. we turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, i pulled her back into the snow because i was afraid to be alone."
i am walking down that path again. the trees cast black shadows on the ground. i try to walk around them so i don't get sucked into the darkness, but it calls to me. softly. gently. the shadows wrap themselves around my arms, tug me closer to them, caress my hair, whisper sweet nothings in my ears, make me feel worthwhile. they draw me in, hypnotising me with eyes so black they must be bottomless.
when i try to take my hand back, scarlet regret and betrayal drips down, staining the icy ground dark red. i give in. the cuts heal. i let the shadows take me.
i am scared. but at least feeling scared is better than feeling nothing.