Final of Lexie Maria Degonda

Soft, light dew still covered the ground
as the wind blew the leaves higher into the morning sky
her room shone a light, pale yellow
as dull, faded pink drapes gently rippled in the window
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 deafening squeak
her door ajar enough to light the dim and dusty hallway
as it opens you see her:
colorless, faded, limp, and lifeless
in her hand, a white bottle,blue label
as tiny off-white,oval pills covered the hardwood floor