Fragmented the parts
obliterate the whole. Bent–
distorted you scatter me and Im
immobile in crossing between fact and
fiction. Acceptance yields destruction.
Denial of deterioration affirms continuity
of the broken spectacle. You stare as you
hope for validation but your shards
forget their puppet master. Bleeding
inside out the evident indifference.
Outside the soft tickle of the dusk
breeze denies your denial
inside eternal euphoria.