Rheana Cherie writes fiction for the greater good of realistic, hopeless romantics and hopes to create a better world through the written word.
You will soon be cured
Cured of what?
Slowly going insane?
Of playing this game
Of going along with
Every song that has your name?
You’ve weaponized me
Terrorized my brain
You took a saw to my neck
Tried to severe the vein
You turned biblical
Like Abel and Cain
My body is a home
for ideas not shared
by more genteel folk
not maimed by hate
or coiled in fear
of imaginary creatures
scaring the walls of my mind
with bloody talons