The Reality of Distorted Reality


by Sara Khayat, Poet.

To Forget 1We grow up
to stem down

learn everything
to lose it all

at the mercy of
our memories
we fight for

our minds
chopped at the

To Forget 2breakdown

too many

not enough

we decay
we decay

we deteriorate

To Forget 3and reality waltzes
out the front door
with your name

she packed a bag
chock-full of your

she said
Catch me if you can


and on the days
when you just might
remember the year
or the season
or the day of the week
reality’s got you
begging for just one
more minute to
remember just what
it was like in the days
when you weren’t so


the days you could
keep it all




Sara KhayatSara Khayat was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. She currently studies creative writing and psychology at a California State University. She is the editor-in-chief of Her work has appeared in Metaphor magazine, The Blue Hour Magazine, and various other magazines and journals. In October of 2013 she released a book of her poetry titled Borrowed Bones.  She is in the process of editing an anthology by the Paper Plane Pilots titled Reasons to Never Return to be released in June of 2014.

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3 replies

  1. My grandmother had Alzheimer’s… This is exactly what I thought she would think in those small moments of clarity. I’m afraid I’ll get the same. I really like this part:
    “at the mercy of
    our memories
    we fight for


  2. Thank you so much for posting this. It’s such an honor.


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