fairytale world.

Directionally dysfunctional,
She stumbles down a twisted path,
Wandering up to a gingerbread house.
Different than the one she remembers from fairytales,
It's made of strawberry cigars and apple-flavoured Smirnoff bottles,
But it will do.

Flopping down against the house,
She plucks a cigar from roof
And pulls a bottle from the siding.
The once perfect house
Has cracks now
And starts crumbling.

Just like her.


ps. Arcade Fire CD cover...see http://www.arcadefire.com/yope.html to hear their music.