MMSwrites

My little sister 

Only 7 years old 

Innocent 

And yet strong willed 

She will grow up 

In this country 

With this president 

This person who calls himself 

Red:

The color of blood

The color of the hearts that are going to be ripped out

ripped out and thrown aside.

Red,

the color this country became

as of... yesterday?

White:

The backyard of my childhood home held the old pine trees that had whispered melodies in my ears throughout my sweet infancy. Their wise branches reached out to me with empathetic arms, holding me until I had fallen seamlessly asleep.

I got nothing. 

But this. 

It’s 1 AM. 

But the mind’s at work. 

Ideas come and go. 

Sleep sweeps away all of that. 

It’s over

The storm has passed

But there’s a deafening silence in the air

The excruciating silence

Of closure

The pain that only comes

I remember my first day in the Green Mountain State

Astonishingly lush with trees filling the sky

Some locals called us flatlanders--we laughed