When I realized
That the scar wouldn’t heal
It was much too late
Film at eleven
It tells stories of children
Who weren’t home by ten
Glowworm cave full of
Stalactites and stalagmites
Trapped in the middle
They cut the tree down
Only so they could count the rings
And marvel at age
The sky is falling
Into a large hole where the
Devil is waiting
Lizzie Violet’s Haiku Emporium 