There are no logs to fuel the hearth,
no food to sustain us, and the water
in the nearby creek was poison.
Death was inevitable.
We would perish from thirst long before
our bodies would starve.
Or we could face what we feared the most —
the hands and teeth that lurked
in the cold, dark forest.
© Sarah Doughty
For the #MayBookPrompts – The Forest Of Hands And Teeth