Confessions Of A Chronic Bleeder Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

A smile is held prisoner
and peers through the bars on his face,
a smile...barely conceivable
in this delusional rat race.

He says, 'It's been a long day..'
I say, 'It's been a long illusion of life'
as we reach in unison to turn out the lights.
Then we scrape off our war paint with a knife.

I took a walk outside my body
and held my hand the way no one ever would.
I got up today and fixed my hair
just the way he always said I should.

To think, one fine Saturday, we said soul mates..
On Monday, he reads my heart like a crystal ball,
only to see that I'm not part of his future.
But Friday, he doesn't know me at all.