You were the “in” crowd,
You were kings and queens...

Rancid fumes rise,
Urine and puke the culprits...

It is said,
our eyes see only the surface of reality...

As I sit eating a snack,
Fragments of my world stare back...

An old doll stirs and does wake,
missing random body parts...

Ageless puppets clamor to life form their hiding
Shake their dust and begin their pitter-pattering...

Dead but not dead,
back from utopia...

The dirt crumbles beneath my fingers,
as I scrape away the solid ground...

Walk a mile in another’s shoes,
the saying carried through generations...

Floating in water,
sits one single child...

One child,
Quiet does she sleep...

The woman smiles,
her hidden disguise...