Seduction

Pretty words stirred in stew

dipped out and served with bread hope

on magazine memories cobwebbed on floor.

Dreams hang on walls in

wallpaper over holes of despair.

Sanity locked in the bathroom

disgusted with mirror image

that speaks cold truths.

My mansion… my fortress… my prison

newly remodeled in realization

idiocratic affliction

heart of a lover

soul of a poet

seducing the mind

in endless search

for non-existent perfection.

~ Julie Allen ~