U, we need to talk.

U.

I don’t actually need u.

U are not important.

In fact I hate the way u only appear at random times, sporadically.

I look back through my expressions and see u missing making those

precious words an empty unreadable scramble of letters.

Me and u clearly have issues.

U can’t keep pushing me to the point where I am

pushing hard against buttons.

I think  u might need a fresh start.

Time to clean my keyboard I think!

Karen Hayward (copyright 2015)

Alice’s hole.

The futile existence of

an unforgotten society,

built upon the misfits of reality.

Here we stand in naked truth.

Our souls upon our sleeves,

our hearts the stepping stones

of corporal punishment.

An example.

Of the white rabbit in Alice’s world,

where the queen reigns and

in dictatorship, a fantasy

of the ugly truth.

No wardrobe to step into,

No light illuminated with snow,

No Lion to make right all that is wrong,

for now you are the strong, in this

battered corrupt world of egotistical

sexual exploits that fulfil a desire borne

not unto this world,

but another. One so broken

no passion can reach it,

no burning flame to light

the rabbit hole.

We are lost.

Forever to be too small for the giant door.

Karen Hayward copyright 2015.