1.3.18 | 3/30

3/30 - National Poetry Month, 30/30 Challenge
It's not National Poetry Month, nor does January have 30 days, but it's worth a shot.
Thank you to my inspiration for this.

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things the neighbor saw

They saw an average house,
in an average neighborhood.
A backyard lined with trees
to keep the secrets inside.
But push past the branches,
hop the fence,
hell, if you're feeling brave
just peek through the window.
What hid inside was
anything but average.
The beasts that hid inside were
in a power struggle,
tossing children back and forth,
spilling out pills from a cheap purse,
flushing candy-colored medications
down a toilet on a regular basis.
On the outside there were trees
that bloomed so prettily in the spring,
and a pool in the backyard you could only
catch glimpses from at a particular
angle. During the holidays a tree
always stood in the third window
visible, on display for the
rest of the suburb to see.
They didn't see her
passed out on the lime-colored carpet.
They only saw the pretty tree.