sticky notes on a wall

Oh, here we go again

Off to my imaginary dreamland

A place of the cosmos

And drunken red wine hazes

Creation in imagination

Rays of lonely moonlight

Wreak havoc in the night

Aroused by possibility

What could lead me

Away from myself

To land of ignorant delight

Excessive self-reflection and hate

Motivates fear of generous love

My fortress waits on stilts

To inevitably be washed away

Too high to catch the wave

Excluding the subtle hurricane

Which tears away the protective foundation

Humbles the defense to the ground

Washes away in vain

Insecurities of being a slave to pain

Rising from disaster

To perpetual distress

Sweep away the mess

From under the rug

She asks, “why so glum?”

As she slaughters the demon

Living under her thumb

Mounting its head on a spike

Justice in a blood rite

Chronic deterioration of spirit

A martyr; can you believe it?

Counterfeit as a tongue

Yet, never a lie in the air hung

Proven to be chosen

Without desired validation

She turns the knife on herself

And descends to Hell