Gretel's Tale

I cradle your head in my lap. Youre' quite dead now, brother. I grieve now. I brush the crumbs of gingerbread I'd eaten off your face and cry. I only ever wanted you for myself my darling. That is why I kept you in the cage long after she died.

A Chance Encounter

 

When I met you first it was on the dissecting table. You, glarish behind the mask - me naked on the table. Your scalpel slit me, spilling red flowers. Now interred within the earth I think of you, of other bodies that you had, because bodies rot but memories never do.