Fainting Goat

It's the 5th time

You've exploded

All because I didn't agree

With you

Each time

I would sit

Confusion clouding my brain

What did I do?

At first I would try

To apologize

This is an empty house, 
A house that's lost its soul. 
The laughter and joy that once echoed through it, 
Faded away with time and age. 

She sat on the steps, enjoying the brisk autumn air. It was the day before Halloween and the smell of cinnamon hung in the air. She knew she’d have to go in soon, but for now life was perfect.

"Our hands are light blue and gentle. Our eyes hold terrible confessions." 

-Anne Sexton 

How naive to think glass shattering is someone breaking in, 

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,