The Death of Innocence

Voices raise

Penetrating the thin walls

Tears fall on dirt crusted carpets

The breaking of dishes

Reverberations of skin striking skin

The death of innocence

broken bottles
“The slamming of the bedroom door. The stench of alcohol and body odor.”


Desperation to escape

To blot out the heart wrenching echoes

Slipping into the closet

Backing to the farthest corner

Postcards of far off places

Blue waters

White sand

Paradise taped on peeling walls


The want

The hope

For better things

The need to believe in something more

Numbing of pain by the desire of peace


The slamming of the bedroom door

The stench of alcohol and body odor

The mirage fades

Reality grabs hold of tender skin

Leaving broken dreams in paradise’s wake