as the sky turned from blue
to the gray of the lint
in the dryer
we turned from love
to the black of old hates

I was not the girl you knew
now I was the mother you hated
you
became the man of my nightmares
accent intact
alcohol smell
on breath

our world turned from fairy tale
into horror show
and
we watched in
amazement
wondering
what the ending would bring

07/09/2005

Posted on 07/10/2005
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