the nightmares that she got glowed
through the darkness, deceiving her
into loving her paradisal dreams.

the truth of the matter is
     people die.
     people lie.
     people cry.
     people don't understand.
     people laugh.
     people die.

people die.

i am done looking through magazines
for beauty since i can't find it in
the easiest place to look:

a mirror.

there's really no point in being sad about
what life gives you because you're not
life and you can't control it so when life
gives you lemons and no receipt, don't cry
about it because a market's not going to
take it back after it's been announced that
making bombs out of lemons is now possible
so take you life and your lemons and be
blown away with them.

she bites the flashlight
in her mouth in an attempt
to see a glimmer
of light in break dark-
ness.