Lexie Maria Degonda

Soft light dew still covered the ground
as the wind blew the leaves higher into the sky
her room shone a light pale yellow
as dull faded pink drapes gently rippled
door bell chimed that simple song
no answer...
gentle soothing tones chimed again
the heavy maple door made an eery creek
our whispers echoed off each sterile white wall
each stair a new almost deafining squeek
her door ajar enough to light the dim dusty hall
as it opens you see her
pale limp lifeless
a white bottle, blue lable lay in her hand
as tiny off-white oval pills covered the hardwood