The Mole girls survived underground for seven years in the keep of Reverend Winslow
He braided their hair into weaving chains and permitted them to sing only after evening prayer
Outside, he said, the sun has been stolen by a ravenous monster, swallowed whole like an orange down the snake throat
At supper, the Mole girls chew their peanut butter, swallowing past hard inquiries like, "Where is my daughter?" knowing to ask is the same as
"Where is God?"
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
The Mole girls survived underground for seven years in the keep of Reverend Winslow
He braided their hair into weaving chains and permitted them to sing only after evening prayer
Outside, he said, the sun has been stolen by a ravenous monster, swallowed whole like an orange down the snake throat
At supper, the Mole girls chew their peanut butter, swallowing past hard inquiries like, "Where is my daughter?" knowing to ask is the same as
"Where is God?"
