A Brick By Any Other Name

Discarded manifestations of perfumed starry nights and forgotten posies.

Sour memories of things that were never really there.

Illusionary leads to self-dysfunction,

This charge to rally the heartbroken and weary to summon-up Courage,

Takes it’s toll, each turn of the page.

.

Such destruction lay strewn.

Shattered.

Mirrored glass shards, the brick thrown.

.

.

I truly must stop reading Self-Help Romance novels,

they offer more delusionary misfits than I can handle

on this raw evening spent in front of the fire

with a bottle of Chardonnay

and a box of Kleenex.

.

-dld 12.o9.1o___________________________

T10 Plot Thickens, Thursday:
A brick

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