Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Ugly Little Toad

I haven’t missed speaking with her this week.
The lies that come out of her mouth,
ugly little toads,
warped
and naked
staring at me with a murder’s look,
are almost too much for me
to endure.
It is a horror
to realize
that what trust there once was
has vanished.
We were so close as children.
Hiding in the closet,
sharing secrets and dolls.
A united front
against the enemy,
our parents.
We made the rules and broke them.
A Lord of The Flies
of sorts,
set in Texas,
with T.V. dinners and take-out.
The governing body,
our parents,
never had a chance
against us.
They lived in the land of oblivion and denial,
lost in a haze of depression
and valium
and the occasional Sergio Mendez album.
Now we fight over them,
like a pig,
captured in the wild.
Each one struggling to hold on to a leg,
Each one determined they know
the best way
to cook it.