She laughed pitifully, painfully.

She wept happily, joyfully.

It was an upside down world.

The end was the commencement.


The bitter was sweet.

The emptiness was full.

The loneliness was company enough.

The darkness was blinding light.


She was in a time warp.

It was a house of mirrors.

Her life was deforming, deceptively so.

She was tossed to and fro.


She was now trapped.

The mask had morphed, taking a life of its own.

She was now a puppet.

The executioner, the brainless, emotionless pawn.


She was the pawn in this chessboard of relationships.

She had lost control.

It terrified her out of her wits.

Or what she had left of it anyway.