Fainting Goat

Wisps of long brown hair

escaping a orange knit hat

Honey brown eyes

Surrounded by black-rimmed glasses

Heart-shaped lips

Lightly covered in lip gloss

Cream sweater

Under a green puffy jacket

The fluttering leaves that were once so lush and green and captivating and sang in the breeze,

Now, they are gold,

Wispy flakes nestled in among the reds and oranges,

It's here, prepared or not – 

A single flower. 

Dozens of breathtaking, intricate pink-orange petals reach for the sun. 

Newly bloomed, plump seeds, crisp leaves, overflowing with rich chlorophyll  

“I can make it hurt,”

My sister’s mouth uttered these words,

as she raised her pickle ball paddle to threaten my brother

My siblings have always had their moments,

where they would fight as if they were opponents

I don’t want to grow up

Because I don’t want to pay taxes

Because I want someone to take care of me

Because I’m a little bit scared.

I am grown up

“Stay away,” they’ll say

“She doesn’t think right,”

“She has horrible visions,

incomprehensible to the mind.”

She is disorder

She is me

A single thought blossoms

into sweet insanity