Weeping Willow

Foul breath seeping

into the weeping willow

of my past, she fell to the winds

and laid at my feet

and the fae danced within her skeletal frame

til the sun shined

and her leaves fell

and they dragged her corpse away

in pieces

like this then, we are all frayed

and I only smiled when I felt it

not when I was told

and it scared them, those who couldn't sense

the withering too

in their own lost and breaking homes

Shallow little puddles

they all were, reflecting

In two great deep wells

and when they dropped the bucket

you couldn't expect to hear it

hit the ground