Grinning Death
who smiles and waits
holds a handful of cards
that never loses;
I am not ready to call,
yet.

  ~mce

Killing herself slowly, silently,
unceremoniously.
The glowing ember perched between her lips,

She breathes fire.

No blood pooling on ivory wrists,
no pill bottles scattering the floor,
just dark eyes and a chain around her neck.

Pulling the world into her lungs,

She breathes fire.

Her watery eyes sooth her raw throat,
as billows of lies escape
her red painted lips.

Flames lick the inside of her palms,

She breathes fire.

With a sad smile and slight shrug,
knee high socks and a black heart,
ashes to ashes, she inhales,

breathing fire

as she burns.

Where has the summer gone?
it doesn't seem to have been here  very long
Now all at once the nights are getting darker
There's a chill in the air
I must dig out my parka!

It was all over in a flash
now it's back to winter gear
get my boots out of storage
Where  is the winter cheer?

Must winter always be full of gloom & rain?
but I mustn't despair
if winter means one thing, it's that my birthday is almost here
Tons of cake and presents too
Oh winter's not so bad
I get like this every year
It must be that seasonal thing called S.A.D