I
don't know if I want to laugh or cry....
Emotions
have become strangers.
Ideas
portrayed so eloquently on the TV by the beautiful faces
of
our dreamy reality.
I
created my kingdom with my mind, though it built a block
castle
that was fashioned by a false reality.
my
wood pieces came crashing down when my own
hand
struck the foundation of my life.
I
watched them scatter to as vast wasteland that smelled of
burnt
fantasy.
He
greeted me at the end of the horizon,
only
to fade away by the time I reached him.
My
stitches began to unravel to the checkered floor below.
One
inch at a time I watched the string disintegrate.
Limb
after limb
I
watched it spill collecting like pedals on the porcelain tile.
The
lofting scent of my internals staining the hairs in my nose.
My
torso losing its pieces, my soul feeling exposed,
fallen
apart.
My
head rolled down a cobblestone trail that felt like it was
placed
specifically for me.
One
bump at a time leaving a notch in my skull,
I
land in the red sea, only to sink to the bottom where the
fishes
will slowly nibble away at me.
And
I will be the decapitated mermaid of this dilapidated ocean...
My
palace that will eventually destroy me....
and
yet I don't know if I should
sing
or scream.
