Snow White

If you open your mind wide enough

you’ll notice some truths about this world we occupy.

Unblinded of the enigmatic workings around us.

There’s desperation graffitied on city streets,

clawed into bathroom doors,

and left hidden beneath bridges intended to unite two outlying bodies.

There are cracks in shelter walls, laced with rage.

Spreading like wild fire.

Crumbling the very foundation we’ve learned to walk on.

Making it hard for anyone to stand tall.

There’s hatred spewing from tongues,

ringing in the ears of minds too premature to conjure thoughts of their own.

Birthing hearts that beat dark,

heavy from feeding on angry blood.

There is a special type of hunger that makes cumbersome realities momentarily taste of home-cooked loving.

Sweet childish dreams of unadulterated souls,

not yet accosted in Media’s bleakest alleys.

There’s desperation clinging to the feet of shattered spirits.

Making a jigsaw puzzle of skewed reflections.

There’s a circus mirror [mirror] on the wall.