I walk into the house,
A dim orange light came creeping from the living room
I see the fire but I dont stop,
Out the door I go
The cold biting my face
Sending a threatening shiver
I slightly shake

I look up the hill from across the driveway,
I slowly walk up.

I hear the screams of the hungry animals,
Who knew they couldn't survive without us,
But I don't stop for them.
I don't stop for anyone.

I walk to a small tree,
Oranges dangling.
I grab one and start to peel off its skin,
Revealing its delicious core.

I grab a piece and take a bite.

I can almost see myself,
But there's something about me that wasn't really me
She was young
She was happy

I can almost hear her,
She's laughing along with someone else
She's laughing with her dad.

There's something about him that wasn't really him
He was young
He was happy

I continue to eat.

It was a bittersweet orange.