Eating rose petals did not sweeten her words
Emotions unchecked she became merely a puppet
Masquerading through her life
Tears of absinthe beckon
She drank from the well
Filling her with shades from Hell her lips did turn blue
Screaming, screaming, screaming she went
No longer hearing, her ears filled up with ash and black soot
Reality spun away when the fun house floor fell out from below
Please help me jump
She whispered
Flailing
Wild
Troy lives and writes poetry in the Great Woods of Northern Wisconsin. He has been published over twenty times in the last year in various magazines and online periodicals.
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