Into the Forest and all the Way Through

by Cynthia Pelayo

it was not until a teacher found chemical burns on my skin that I could finally tell the story of the little sister I had and the demons who threw her away and told me never to tell

what good is checking on your neighbors if you are unwilling to save them?

sisters walking hand in hand into the never where, into the never land, and never have they been seen again,

So many men say they do not know what happened to the now missing women who were once under their care.

whispers emerged of how he hurt and abused you, and 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

I am on my way I will see you soon I’m taking the bus I am on the bus I got off the bus walking almost there I am…

High-risk, that’s what police call it when they insinuate your murder was meant to be, justified, yet what they do not call high-risk, whose lifestyles they do not question are those skilled with the ways of bloodstained bathtubs