Childhood’s Fable, Womanhood’s Scar
Childhood’s facade shatterslike brittle glass on concretethe crayon’s vivid scrawlbleeding into nursery wallsMama’s voice a whispered lie“kind eyes of a god”a fortune in his pocketa mind like sharpened glasscutting through deceit The silver screen’s false promisesSuperman’s impossible featsa composite of flawless liesa