delusion days

those little precious

bare-boned moments

when it was implied that you cared

filled all the spaces

in all the raw spots

(scraped open and bloodied by rational thought)

hiding holes that should never have been there


long thin fingers

wrapped like a ribbon

around my open eyes

and tied a knot behind my thoughts

I wasn’t caught, I wasn’t stuck

I wasn’t blind but I thought I was

and that’s even worse.