There were scores of them around
Hordes of both beasts
Which made it hard to discern.
Silently she could slip between
What was her reality
Which was the abyss
And the fantasy she created in her head
That could keep her safe
Since nothing else ever seemed to work.
Standing up in front of the strangers
She taps the microphone
Clears her throat
Then tells a story of a baby
A story where you think
Maybe this next thing
Will be the one that redeems her
But nothing does.
When she is done
The audience is agast
She ends with
“So here I am today.”
Stands there for a moment
As if anyone would clap at that
Then takes her seat in the front row.
The next speaker talks of how to deal with the chaos
In the shadows of purgatory.