Another Day

A fantasy. 

The supporting character in their story. 

A mere distraction from the monsters 

That feed on their minds. 

She is a writer,

But not of her own story. 

Pretending. 

Blending seamlessly into the walls 

With a pretty smile and stupid humor. 

They never see her breaking,

Even as the pieces fall. 

She loves with a vengeance 

Seldom recognized,

Though it remains the kindest gesture. 

Desperation  

Lost at the bottom of a bottle, 

Sweet dreams

And her own fantasies. 

When another day she wakes

To the same reflection, 

The same people and their same ways.

Chasing words across the paper

With an empty pen,

Broken keys and another bottle.-