The Haze

The world is so pretty through the haze
all soft edges 
all blurred colors
all full of warmth.

Summer’s haze carries the sweet memories
of laughter and mouth creases
so this alabaster skin
can no longer the cold touch,

The brush of the haze
sends ripples across a still mind
and wakes the tattered girl
who was long forgotten.

All it takes is one little pill
and then the haze descends –
a welcome break
from reality.



The stars painted their skins

dipping fingers of silver tears

onto their bodies.


They worked with the surface,

painting the inside on the out,

till each one was drenched with wonder

at the transformation.


Hair plastered from fake rain

they stared at the mirrors

until they dissolved into transparency,

locked forever behind the glass

they once adored.