Oh, how I remember the cut of that silly straw.
As I wept,
The razor touched section of neon green plastic,
Captured so much more than the glow of fluorescents;
The cartoonish sparkle of innocent eyes,
Were held in bewilderment.

The pills crushed upon the mirror's surface that day...
Palpable.
The sound reaches out through time and space, even now,
To scratch the surface of eardrums... worn out.

The reflection; a cloud-like, white, smear, juxtaposed over a face I once knew,
Almost unrecognizable now in this newest form of nightmare,
Abusing and moving throughout someone else familiar.

My father turned to me and said,
I'll buy you a new one, kiddo,



I miss that straw...