Break

by PauleyP

I catch my reflection
In the bottom of my coffee cup.
Yup, I'm fucked.
Eyes of sugar and caffeine
staring back at me.
What do they mean?
What did you mean to be by now?
Only God knows how
you made it this far.
Through bars and cars
and what is the point
suicides and landslides
The endless why why whys
pins and needles continue to infect
the reject
to project and spread the never ending dread
a wallflower's longing for a dance of the dead
party hats and fancy gowns thrown on the ground
as a foot path laid to the bed that you made
wishing it was a cradle
you curl into a ball
pretend you are small and try hard to dream
of fairies and kings in a land of beauty and grace
to wake up to face
you're not small at all
but big and fumbling
along a long road of whys in a kitchen of spies
as you fill up your cup again

- pauleyp.


i love, love, love her style
I miss writing.
one day i will write again
cathartic exorcism
for her
and for me