By Reanna Brooks
Sestina
November winds whip through her hair
As she stumbles through the crunching leaves
The darkness of the heavy sky threatens to break
Her bones with the weight of its stifling cold
Her hair falls in black sheets across her face
As she lights her cigarette, obscuring the air with smoke
The room is hazy, filled with smoke
The fire licks her toes like hair
The soft red glow illuminates her face
It was a time of pink flowers and purple leaves
He holds her close, and nothing was cold
He held her so tight so she would not break
He shouts and breaks the plate
She had walked in on him, crackpipe filled with smoke
When he threw her against the wall, her body went cold
And she struggled to get away as he pulled her hair
She went outside and saw the skeletons of the trees, bare of leaves
She swallowed her tears and hid her bruised face
The situation became too hard to face
She felt herself begin to break
She longed for January leaves
Instead of the dark bare spines of trees, ghosts made of smoke
She tried to start over, and chopped off her hair
But the emptiness still lay inside her; so cold
Snow falls in February, she holds her toes when she gets cold
She tries to move on, faking a smile on her face
Anxious all the time, she pulls out her hair
There was a part in her that he knew how to break
She looks in the mirror reflecting the curling smoke
Of the incense she lit that smells like leaves
She finally leaves
The day she walked away was cold
And she tries to warm herself with the smoke
Of the cigarette held too close to her face
She left him, and this time he breaks
She brushes her new hair
She turns to look her in the face
A comfortable silence, their conversation in break
She says she likes her hair
Reanna was born and raised in Charlotte, NC and recently graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill with a B.A in English. She is moving to the UK to pursue her Masters in English at Cambridge University in the fall and hopes to eventually obtain her PhD. She currently works as an English Teacher in her hometown, and over the course of her life has travelled extensively. Her goal is to one day visit every continent and publish a novel based on her experiences abroad.