Drowning porcelain, so easily broken.
Butterflies paralyzed and displayed for their beauty.
A tally of forgotten days and an abundance of perplexing bruises.
Inner turmoil, "who are we?"
Temptation, a rapturous slow death.
A confusing journey that never was.
The memory of those men remain.
The men who rush to clean everything up,
the men who give you your "treats", blind you,
bind you and take you away.
Distrust, paranoia, anger, hatred - lonely sadness.
Another day.