Infernomore Adieu

Buried deeply underneath

a socially acceptable smile

(with his and hers therapists)

are shattered bones traversing miles.

Reckless nights of ill-spilled hopes

and dreams just made of paper.

Praying dreadfully to the wind

woefully begging to save her.

Tiptoeing nightmarish fantasies

of a Disney-world gone Matrix.

Pleading to any foreign deity

falsely claiming that you’ll fix it.

When all you’ve ever manifested

were the maggots in your drain,

on your knees kissing the feet

of the very monsters from your pain.

Little girl, all grown up,

Wonderland was just a fable.

You’re still as lost and unwanted

as Alice around that table.

Fiercely stuck loyal

to the demons you illustrated,

still drowning in the guilty sorrows

of the hell you have created.