Into the Forest and all the Way Through

by Cynthia Pelayo

I should have never become clues for you

Bookshelves now tell Of their suffering.

What happened to the now missing women who were once under their care.

your family feels guilt and is guilted, because you worked Because they could not give you money for college, and that is no Reason why your mother later had to scour where your body was

We worship the death On screen,

if there’s anyone Who could know how to spin a lie How to weave a web, hide a body, It would be someone who dances With the law

Where’s his mommy’s Somewhere

Some friends open the doors to our exit

There is no luck in that years Keep drifting, and your teddy bear can’t be Found

While you may grumble that the sounds of your devices Blaring a license plate, name of a child, is an inconvenience

I’m sure Amber’s mother wishes she had this alert