Layer after crusty layer
sloughs away,
revealing the truth under a
painted semblance of
confidence-

Out there is
scary, and i am

Alone.

Alone on my
leaf of a home, when a
tornado, hurricane, cyclone
blows in, halts the
tranquil silence of
my world.

Or was it just a
man with a leaf blower?

This can't be Kansas,
Dorothy.