Survival of the fittest

Away from the ledge

she walked in tentative steps

once drug abuser


Braving the morning

Glorious future

bubbled, then popped like a gum

as the alarm blared

From a different time

old times

Like a hundred bees

his daughter casting him out

stung at the old man

Art broken


Created with love

recreated with regret—

was her broken vase


They clung to hinges

eyeing the flavourful broth—

camped and tortured souls