Maelstrom

Surrounded by burnt orange 

and bright red foliage 

that inspires the colors 

found in your Crayola box,

she experienced a series 

of sudden jabs, 

twists, turns, 

a confusing set of pretend 

rules roughly based in a mixture of 

childhood and adulthood, 

love, but also false faces, 

a return to a happiness she once knew 

and au meme temps a desperation 

to extract herself from 

the emotional melee mediated by 

the person in her head screaming 

that she shouldn't have looked back;

Cups on replay 

(two bottles of whiskey for the way / 

you're gonna miss me when I'm gone), 

a breath taken behind pink glasses that 

cannot possibly make 

ce moment en son vie plus rose.

Where is the beginning and where is the end 

of the winding road that leads to 

hot chocolate and pauses in a fake cab ride?