Twisted Reality

I'd like to welcome myself to REALITY.

It has hit me like a punch to the gut and is slowly sinking in,

making its way toward my conscience like a fatal virus.

It twists and turns through my mind,

poking its way recklessly toward my well being,

like a little boy on a sugar high scavenging for [s c a t t e r e d] remnants of innocent sweetness.

With none to be discovered, the desired innocence fades away into sour nothingness,

like the wretched sound of an out of tune piano,

tearing the beloved songs out of my memory

and turning them into shouts and cries of pain and emotion,

dripping with tears that slowly scorch our favorite pictures,

morphing them into the burnt ashes that tell our sad, sad stories..

dedicated to Nicole Bosch and Nicolina Juric