Regret

A simple fantasy 

Ripped from the pages 

Of a tattered 

Old paper book novel,

Scattered about 

And pieced back together 

In the dark; 

Reaching for something 

That cannot be explained 

In the midst 

Of the madness 

That surrounds her,

With glue on her hands 

And the sour taste of regret

Still stuck to the roof of her mouth.-