The Weed
Chapter 12: Bug
Previous Chapter Next ChapterFrom the journal of Maud Pie—
I bared my heart to you, to let you know that I am not a stone
I tested you with silence, leaving you alone
There was a lot of time and pressure, a metamorphic pause
You had a broken leg when I found you, and I wrapped it up in gauze
You touched my heart, I made a splint
You have discovered I’m not made of flint
I can’t believe you ate a bug
Maud Pie