standing on the harbor's edge
ankles sense that the grass carpet is a bit too sharp,
too plastic.
"whaler tested, corpse approved" reads the price tag attached.
overpowering sight and sound,
the salt breeze makes the air thick
and the tongue swell.
"this is bigger than myself," you think.
through shaded eyes,
you swear that you see jay and daisy pulling up the anchor of their boat.
white teeth dazzle menacingly as they smile at one another,
enthralled by their upcoming escape
and the rebirth of
a dead relationship
that never existed.
the heat seems to shake this scene
and your certainty in reality wavers.
you blink, and yet, they remain.
seemingly euphoric
the facts of their story come back to you.
"this is not right," you conclude.
"he is in love and she is empty."
she was normotic,
but all he wanted
was to believe in the delusion
that was her perfection.
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