Galaxies Away

3. A "Real" Woman

"Wasted dreams taste like
bitter coffee,
Like a latte
without the sugar and cream,
And the swirling streams
of vanilla bean,
Just black,
Whirlpools
and black holes
that twist into
a hypnotizing tango.

Such an obscure entity
exists not in a physical sense,
but it resides in your mind,
rotting
like cheese
discarded on the
kitchen counter for days,
and striking images
of cynicism in your brain,
like televisions
or lyrics
that sing out your name.

And yes,
you cry,
you cry like a damn baby,
you envisioned something
bright and beautiful
with your optimistic mind.
You were too naive
to even consider
calamity as an option.

Shame on you,
you know better.
You had faith
that the pendulum
would wait for you.
You trusted
that the clock
would suddenly break,
time would suddenly pause,
and the competitive human race
would take a breather
while you,
in last place,
caught up with the rest of the world.
Foolish,
now you know
that the world isn't as pretty
as it seems to be.
Don't make this mistake again."

Her big eyes shed tears,
her tiny hands
covered her face.
She ran to her room,
and gathered her poems,
her loved ones,
her life,
and she watched them burn
with the flames of satan,
and began her journey,
to become a "real" woman.