First line Poem

It was Martha who saw the lake first.

Even in the middle of a clear day, much of the jungle is dark as a room at dusk.

I shouldn’t have done it.

Rudi had a feeling that something was wrong as soon as he returned from the village.

They’re out there.

I was one of the kids who slipped through the cracks.

The little girl wouldn’t stop crying. I didn’t blame her.

I was completely aware that I was being an idiot, that we needed to get out of there before anyone saw us, but it was like I had eaten spill-your-guts, and words just kept pouring out.

A dream, just a dream was what a piece of my mind told me, but the terror and pain ‘just a dream’ evoked seemed no small thing. Yet I couldn’t escape it.

I never asked for this.

Attempted murder was not how piper liked to start her afternoon.

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