Seasonal Mind
Spring. Brand new like a baby.
Fingers shaking. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Accusations ringing. Unanswered calls.
Your voice sickening. The rush no longer there.
Judgment and guilt. Who do you think you are?
Pinks and purples. Reds and blues. Pretty colors but not like this.
Summer heat waves. Anger, joy, maybe both?
Smudged eyeliner, baggy eyes. Strained a nasty web.
Fresh air, leaving breathless.
Screaming silence.
Can’t do this anymore.
Butterflies dying.
This isn’t fifth grade.
Time taken.
Fat knuckles, sore minds.
You did this to yourself.
Autumn so beautiful, yet everything is dying.
Leaves flying. Pursed lips.
Muffled whispers.
The world never seemed louder.
Colors no longer vivid.
Pinks and purples. Reds and blues. Pretty colors but not like this.
Faded browns.
Twisted truth.
Worried about you.
Winter.
Bloody lips, cracked stories.
Trembling body. Harsh wind.
Lungs empty, caught without air.
Empty screams lost in howling storms.
Faded browns. Broken bones.
Abuse?
No, it’s just the weather.
