A/N Written 7th November, 2019

Outcries of rage

Broken splinters flying

A desolate home

It greets her everyday 

So she smiles in return

Hatred oozes from the pair

A thick miasma that penetrates the air

Bangs and shouts reverberates at night

Drunken silence rising with first light

So she smiles in their stead

Her unwavering joy

A flashlight in the dark

The moths emerge and gather

Intoxicating patterns finally able to spread

Happy that her smiles brought success

A little green goblin birthed

"How can she be so glad?"

Excreting poisonous spores

They spread their pointless whispers

She can only smile in response