Reverie

Fair skin grazed upon mine face, fair, fairer than mine

Mine was textured, bitter, harsher to the touch

And much less fine...

Yet, despite our shared turmoil her face was plump and full of life

And much less a daughter of mine...

With nothing but her smile

Mocking...

While I starved.

And as such

Who could blame I?

For wanting to dine.

All she did was whine!

So, who would blame I?

Thoughts spiraled and churned in my wake

Blood splatter only adding to the cake

Vision blurring--manic! untrue?

Screaming, kicking, distorted--unheard...

She vanished without a trace.

Tormenting mine with her face

Visions of her began to appear--less fine

Rampant, unkind...unforgiving? 

Bitterly I listen--

Dare do I go to the kitchen...