Sharp Edge, Teeth and Claws, A Basket of Goodies, A Path and a Bed—Prompt for What Lies Inside
What if inside each of us is a little girl wandering through a forest, an old woman waiting, a woodcutter sharpening an ax, the forest itself growing and dying and growing, a big bad wolf seeking to eat the young and tender and the aged and wise, and an ax swinging.
Write a poem or short story about what grows inside of you or another, remaining hidden and trapped, and what else cuts its way out into the world.