Upon entering these woods,
give homage to the trees; for one does not know
when they may startle at your presence.
As you step into the fields of asphodels,
leave a trail of honeycomb behind; for one never knows
when the field’s hunger may strike.
When your feet meet the edge of the river,
look not at the reflection that looks back to you;
for one may never know who will be reflected back.
When leaving this forest,
hold your breath to ten;
for one may never know when Spring will say its farewell.

Katie Cope
Katie Cope is a Senior at Lindenwood. She’s previously been published in Flash Fiction Friday. She enjoys playing Dungeons and Dragons with her friends and tutoring her students when she isn’t spending her time writing.