Some days

Saddness lives on the curls of my hair

Dangling down my round face,

It resides,

Silently swinging by as cool autumn breeze leaves.

Some days

Coldness grows on my skin,

Tingling down,

Metal rust,

Brewing memories within.

Some days

Happiness glides over my feet,

Dusting glitters of glee

In my mind,

Bringing back home joy

With a flutter and a beat.

Some days

Fear crawls on my bones,

Screaming sonnets like howls,

Like the reaping of a dead leaf,

On a bright summer sunflower.

Some days

Anger burns my fists,

Like a jar of candies

In a house burning down

With a dreamer healing scarred wrists.

Some days

Nothingness blacks out my dreams

Blackness,

Cozy warmth,

That I don't ask it to leave.

Some days

jealousy cages my neck,

Like the ribs holding onto the pectoralis muscle,

Not willing to leave.

Some days

I feel them all,

Some days

The house stays numb

Like secrets kept on my tongue,

Like noise trapped with no air

Waiting for 'some days' to repeat.

~A