They lost their home, their children, their family.
They dance to music in their heads that nobody else can hear.
Their skin is filled with sores and scars.
Their teeth are filled with decay and missing.
They look deprived of nourishment.
They move in circles chasing a dream unseen.
They want to be more.
Their addiction dictates lies and steals:
It tells them “this is the best you can do, so do me instead”.
… And they do.
Their home hides its dysfunction, their children are mad, their family is tired.
They sulk as the music plays.
Their skin is aged.
They brush their teeth daily and know their dentist by name.
Family meals hit the table every night at six.
They move in circles chasing a dream unseen.
They want to be more.
Their addiction dictates lies and steals:
It tells them “this is the best you can do, so do me instead”.
…and they do.
They have a place to lay their heads, child free, the occasional call to family to say hello.
They dance to music alone in their room.
Their skin is flawless.
They brush their teeth daily but the dentist isn’t in the budget.
They look like they ate one too many pieces of cake.
They move in circles chasing a dream unseen.
They want to be more.
Their addiction dictates lies and steals:
It tells them “this is the best you can do, so do me instead”.
And they do.
And they do.
And they do.
About the Creator
Auntie K
Simply a mediocre human trying to navigate this beautiful planet that struggles to be lovingly embraced by its most abusive inhabitants.
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