One slip from this fractured
Mind and the social dominoes
Will fall.
One after another, colliding
Memories into each other
Until they all blended into
One cataclysmic mess.
The ashes will settle leaving
The synaptic survivors to wallow
In a disconnected abyss
Of self-contaminated bereavement.
The fallout will be the slow
Decent into personal madness.
The past will pass and shatter
Like a fine china, becoming
Fairy-taled fragments.
And she will watch feeding
The decline with venomous paws.
She will glide though stagnant air
Like a ghost
Haunting this tenant
With her selfish mouth.
Spreading fake pity down his belly.
Carcinogen candies filled with
A sharp bite of make-believe
Benevolence.