i heard the scream escape
behind the cabinet door
a ghost of a woman remained
convulsing from lost love

gentle flickers of light
they remained fireflies
in the starry night
forgetting who was human
and who was right

i find it baffling how easily
people believe what they hear
yet are so unwilling to listen

to the truth

you’re a star
he’s a star
i’m a star too
nothing is random
we just pretend
they love us

“if i ask nicely,
will you like me?”
said the young girl
to her mirror.

the ones who complain are fine,
it’s the silent ones we should worry about.

she spills her coffee
when reaching for her newspaper

she trips over a stiletto
when searching for a lost earring

she burns her fingers
when testing a batch of cookies

she can’t seem to do a single thing right.