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.