Just breathe in...

Breathe in, breathe out… that was the only constancy she had in her tragically beautiful nightmare – her life. Abandoned, isolated and alone she was lost in an intricate matrix of lies and deception. Time lapsed upon itself, yet still it seemed stagnant without relief.  Plastic smiles, polite conversation, ordinary routine and feigned interest coated her exterior, providing refuge behind an impenetrable wall. She knew how to play the game and she knew the rules. Summed up – superficial facades deceived judgemental eyes.  

Emptiness lurked in the depths of her eyes,
Unnoticed by those so cunningly deceived
By the forever plastered
Upward curve of her lips.

She was too artful –
The perfect illusion
Of what was not

Skilfully, she manipulated her disposition,
Moulding it to expectations
Not predicated by oneself.
It was all smoke and mirrors.

An intricate matrix of lies
And deception.
The very thing she had run from.
The very thing she had become.

Time lapsed upon itself
Assigned no meaning –
Stagnant, undefined,
Hollow.

Entrapped within
A tangled web of unravelling deceit,
She no longer trusted
Anything
Not even herself.

Naivety no longer safe-guarding ideals,
She saw the world stripped-bare,
Blindness no longer
Hindering her perception.
All happiness had departed .