Confusion, Nothing But Confusion Poem by athena bell

Cages glint in the light, bright.

Fear presses at your bones.

Red hot pits sink their fingers through

The strands of hair flowing, rushing.

Bobs of fluff surround you.

There is no escape.

Family memories cloud your mind-
All you can remember are the
Happy times. None that hurt.
Why?

They grab the pink babies and string them to puppets.
They are the ventriloquists.

Images of sizzling assortments of carrots, broccoli, and corn,
Laid out on a platter-
They waste their time.

Angels eat the flowers of tomatoes once grown.

Thriving, we cry for the characters that caused,


Forced Laughter