Jack’s dreams were haunted
with Felicia, crushed to goo,
torn apart,
eaten whole.
He woke with a cry,
the image of her being
wrapped in plant stalks,
crushing her,
still imprinted on his eyes.
The beanstalk loomed beside him,
still growing,
creeping into the sky
to block out the sun.
All sleep deserted him
as he pulled the giant’s cloth
from his bag,
ripping and wrapping
it around his limbs,
already feeling a floating sensation.
He hooked his axe
across his bag straps
and used both hands to grip
the beanstalk,
letting its still growing length
lift him into the sky.
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