I am so disposable.Oh, have you found a human soul wash up on the beach?
Is it mine?
Is it cracked or even broken?
Human happenings have taken it out of my minds eye.
No breath is taken for granted.
Yet, I am so disposable.
I hit the ground.
Throw me away.
If I had notes I would have a song.
Would you listen?
TownThe trek from their new home to town wasn’t far, much to the troll family’s dismay. Ingild’s older brothers all bellowed about how they were too close to the people, how they should retreat further into the forest but their father insisted this land was different. He insisted the people were decent. He also pointed out that there were no more caves for them to reside in.
Ingild trailed behind her older brother Taldur, holding onto his long tail so she would get lost. This forest smelt different to the one at home, the birds chirped more frequently here too. It was rather pretty, she thought. The floor was carpeted in little blue flowers on long storks. She let go of her brother to look at them closer. They were actually a shade of purple, with the flowers shaped like the skirts of fancy ladies in the books Ingild’s mother read to her. She missed those books. She missed her mother. She would have like the purple flowers. A bee buzzed around the green tuffs on the