He came into my world like a mirage–
A vision of hope, a destination
to motivate the journey,
But get too close
And the illusion is gone.
The single-serve, lush oasis of tilting palm trees
Quickly morphs into a scorpion den
With bones too long dry
To not be convinced you won’t be
Next on the menu.
Typical. If only the poison was enough
To just kill me outright,
Because all I see is sand
And no way out of it.