I walk into the house,
A dim orange light came creeping from the living room
I see the fire but I dont stop,
Out the door I go
The cold biting my face
Sending a threatening shiver
I slightly shake
I look up the hill from across the driveway,
I slowly walk up.
I hear the screams of the hungry animals,
Who knew they couldn't survive without us,
But I don't stop for them.
I don't stop for anyone.
I walk to a small tree,
Oranges dangling.
I grab one and start to peel off its skin,
Revealing its delicious core.
I grab a piece and take a bite.
I can almost see myself,
But there's something about me that wasn't really me
She was young
She was happy
I can almost hear her,
She's laughing along with someone else
She's laughing with her dad.
There's something about him that wasn't really him
He was young
He was happy
I continue to eat.
It was a bittersweet orange.