Burnt Black Petals

I was served some food.

The black colored goo was inedible.

I was served some food.

It was burnt to a crisp.

I was served some food.

I do not eat grass and flower petals.

I was served some food.

“Read the letter.”

I picked the letter up

And I saw the words

“Come to our party!”

I’d rather not.

Who cares about balloons and alcohol

Confetti and those girls

Smiling at me.

Once I saw a pebble

Small and smooth.

I walked around it.

Next I saw a rock

It could fit in my hand nicely

It’s smooth surface pleasing.

I walked around it.

Then I saw a rock

I like that masquerade you’ve got going on.

That mask of anger

The veil of despair

That dress of honesty

That necklace of loyalty

Don’t forget the face cream made of dignity

And the concealer made of lies

Did you know that monsters are real? Oh yes child, they are very real. No child, those adults are very wrong. Under your bed? Well not anymore, they moved just last week to your closet. Wait a minute, why in the world would they eat you?

It had been a long time, but he was here

The handsome stranger

Smiling and waving,

Like nothing happened.

He whispered

“In my kingdom,

Even the most unwanted children are loved.”

He sat beside me