Wrong Turn

She fell prey to
the shady one-patched eye guy, What-If
with the most disarming smile
and the deepest hypnotizing eyes.

He blinded her with one-sided vision
of the world –
of crumbling hopes and deterministic dead ends
of positives being a vile disguise worn by imps
of friends being fiends – no paradise,
where she had no choices left except
running into his welcoming arms
the arms that promised some stability and respite.

She let go of Faith
entrusted her hands
to What-If and
began her descent into the crevices
finding solace in doubts.