Just Deserts

Like mighty dynamite, abandonment detonates; decimates psyches. Lanced romance puts chutzpah to the sward. Dissolution disillusions. Fission fashions chasms. Division’s schisms diminish vim; mire charisma amid a miasma. Soulless loneliness won’t leave one alone.

Its Imaginary company becomes unbecoming. Desolation is isolation. Concomitant mental torment dements. Ever-rending, neverending enervation encumbers endeavours. Any animation degenerates, deteriorates. Anticipation disintegrates, dissipates. Deleterious despair dispirits, discombobulates. Degradation abrades zippy zing, bids nipperchipper cheer adieu. Zest just deserts. Desire dies. Portentous darkness ushers respair elsewhere. Dire nightmares proliferate, eviscerate, debilitate the disparate desperate. Agonising chagrin drags hurt-broken hearts into its purgatorial spiral; a long haul helter-skelter unto hell. Mark Lyndon Uplands