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Hazel cider eyes
like a pumpkin light
glance out the empty window.
No crunching footsteps chart the driveway.
No cast away candy wrappers decorate the weeds.
The table is set with gingersnaps
and cinnamon rolls sticky with glaze.
Melancholy
is two caramel apples,
a mug of spiced tea,
and no one to share with.
The candy apple red stains on her wrists
burn under lace cuffs. She tastes
ash and too-ripe pumpkin in her dry mouth.
Frosted dark-chocolate lips
hold their breath.
Distant laughter from bedsheet
ghosts haunts the wrought iron
gates creaky with disuse.
She nearly trips over
the cat in her distraction.
Waxy scarecrow fingers pinch
candles one by one -
nobody will ring her doorbell tonight.
Even the cat takes his leave,
slinking by before the door closes
on the last beam of light and slipping
through the iron bars chained with a forgotten
padlock.
like a pumpkin light
glance out the empty window.
No crunching footsteps chart the driveway.
No cast away candy wrappers decorate the weeds.
The table is set with gingersnaps
and cinnamon rolls sticky with glaze.
Melancholy
is two caramel apples,
a mug of spiced tea,
and no one to share with.
The candy apple red stains on her wrists
burn under lace cuffs. She tastes
ash and too-ripe pumpkin in her dry mouth.
Frosted dark-chocolate lips
hold their breath.
Distant laughter from bedsheet
ghosts haunts the wrought iron
gates creaky with disuse.
She nearly trips over
the cat in her distraction.
Waxy scarecrow fingers pinch
candles one by one -
nobody will ring her doorbell tonight.
Even the cat takes his leave,
slinking by before the door closes
on the last beam of light and slipping
through the iron bars chained with a forgotten
padlock.
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Happiness unshared is not happiness. That would explain my generosity complex.
Okay, I think I'm done rewriting this over and over for Poetry Screams. I need to submit it before I change my mind
It lost a lot of the detail from the original, but I like the story a lot more.
Prompt: The dying season. It went way off in a different direction, but that was the original intent
I still plan to do a second entry; I just can't refuse good autumn prompts 
:devpianocarnival: has composed a piano piece for my poem!
[link]
Okay, I think I'm done rewriting this over and over for Poetry Screams. I need to submit it before I change my mind
It lost a lot of the detail from the original, but I like the story a lot more.Prompt: The dying season. It went way off in a different direction, but that was the original intent
I still plan to do a second entry; I just can't refuse good autumn prompts :devpianocarnival: has composed a piano piece for my poem!
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This is so goddamn beautiful and sad. And I like when you leave the reader with an aftertaste of what the poem was about.
One of my favorites in general I've ever read. Congrats.
One of my favorites in general I've ever read. Congrats.