Her invitation came
Addressed with snark and fury.
“Welcome to my chaos!”,
She offered as her greeting.
“Swim awhile, here with me
Among this drifting wreckage,
Floating fragments of dreams and plans,
Hopes and wishes for my shattered life.”
She served this raging petit four;
Smallest sliver of her misery
With a bitter aperitif, piercing my heart
In its acrid headward rush.
Did she hope to whet my appetite
With her caustic bread; cordial bile?
In truth, I find her burden
Shared is less a burden lessened;
But more a sorrow spread.
“Here is my vast, crass repast!
Will you savor with me?”