Left alone with a perfect life
About to start the decay
Slowly the rotten fruit, absorbing
into the recesses of my belly
Just above my pelvis, almost in my hips
The sickening feeling of dread
Eating away at my intestines
The feeling of regret, regret, regret
So much regret
The little girl behind my eyes whispers into my eardrums
in the quietest voice I have never heard
"You think everything is fine and shiny?
You think you finally have it figured out?
Just wait
You're about to be thrown into a tidal wave of broken expectations and bitter pain."
A stunning new life
Balancing on a ladder in front of a doorway
Maybe that's why I have the poisonous feeling
That this is all about to end.