Monday, September 21, 2015

Ugly Lies The Bone

for Lindsey Ferrentino

What do you choose?  Pretending it’s the same
   Tortures you worse than shrapnel in your head.
Each step you take reminds you you’re so lame;
   Each mirror shows you someone who’s half-dead.
Reality is virtually flaky
   Just like your sister’s boyfriend and his beard.
Seeing your married heartthrob leaves you shaky—
   Once it was Paradise; now it’s just weird.
Fantasy teaches you unhealthy tricks;
   It sets a finish line that pain can cross.
But that race never ends—there is no fix.
   Choose Life.  And though it’s all about the loss,
      Life’s like your mother—though you feel defiled,
      She’ll always see you as her little child.


Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells

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