Autumn's Shade

A bed a window a closet the place I call home covered in stench singed by ash a whiff as I open the door memories flood the walls bleed I can hear echoes the voice of a person drowning forgotten yet familiar eyes shut eyes open it stares back at me that egg white ceiling haunted by a past reflection unable to look away there he is the drowning boy his hazel brown eyes stab my chest

yet the blood crawls from his lips this momentary pain I will endure it for his sake only because my eyes are a similar shade.