jorryn

Afternoon tea
with the radiance and vitality of the 3 dimensional ladies
and the brilliance of an autumn bike ride,
sweet season of transition
cool air and striking colors
breathing life and harmony
back...back....
oh how I stumble and struggle to describe...
the rapture of reclaiming myself
from this tainted love affair
seductive and toxic.

A canker blossom bloomed in my mind
and released its putrid purfume into my being
An illumination of depravation
reveals those things that lurk and creep
below the radar to lure...
No you will not lure this one with candy
It feels unsafe here and in the dark
though I am not afraid
I've surivived
I'm not that fantasy


It's so hard to let go
contaminated, tempting my twisted, silly home
my looking glass...
Yet does any of this reflect who I am anymore?