your life
once a bowl of cherries,
once
a piece of cake,
a slice
of pie is different
now.
you've detoured off
of easy
street into a bad
part of town.
the fruit is rotten
in the bowl.
the flies buzz,
the mice are in
the cupboard
a line of muggers
have taken all you have,
left you
gagged and bound.
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