My story is breadcrumbs
Sprinkled about a rocky trail
Down cliffs
Over rivers
That rushed, and washed away the bank
Born to a mother whose grip was forced
Loose by powder
The same powder that lingers in my veins
Laces my bones in a bow
Forever tight
This small child
Passed from mother to
mother
Before life promised itself
Now I wander here
Between dark woods
Crowning mountains
Short overgrown trails
Long cracking roads
Pinch and clutch at the few crumbs
I’ve scavenged
The crumbs soon will dry
I will find the witch in the woods
And whether I am blessed with
Gingerbread or cursed with cobwebs
Won’t be revealed
Till the crumbs
Run stale
About the Author
Jordyn Baird lives in Salmo BC and is a first-year student at Selkirk college taking an Associate of Arts program focusing on creative writing. Shes a young aspiring author who enjoys spending time reading, drinking coffee and writing. Jordyn works at a local bookstore, Otter Books, and is inspired by the people around her, womanhood and the LGBTQIA2S+ community.
