A frog swims across the pond
a buzz leaps by and i don't move
my friend and i will step through the woods
she asks me a question and i approve
A small piece of it lies on the ground
We stare at it, wondering why
no one talks or makes a sound
not a rat, not a toad, not a fly
"what is it?" i whisper
So quietly and soft
"a human, possibly" she steps back and replies
"rotten and squashed"
"Dead or alive, i have to ask."
"i'm not quite sure"
we start to panic
our vision goes blur
i awoke in a room
small and red
i looked at my hands
and bled and bled
chained to a wall beside my friend
she was crying very loudly
my strength was