Dipped brown leaves
Dipped brown leaves
I dipped the painfully new green leaves in brown
The mountain tilted over my feet
You painted the roses red
Buds that vomited out the hue
Like a Jack-O-Lantern puked out it’s guts
Unwillingly.
I fasted past the holiday, I waited to feel my breath permeate satisfaction
But my slow down of indigestion became indignation
Became overwhelming like overstuffing
Became angry like painful revelation
That sounded like terrifying salvation
And I locked my nimble twisted branches into a state of numbing calcification.
Yes the leaves look different in the light
Yes the pain feels brighter in the day,
But fall is pretty and I can’t say why,
Locked up and so very far away.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
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