Hazy orange hills of that cool season
Seem to beckon me to look up
Watch the leaves fall like angels
Like the ontology of guilt
The way my deflowered mind wilts
The petals fall
Like that cool season
I percieve the dying trees as a beauty
As beauty
They are weak, and not long for this world
But in the leaves of orange I know once they were green
And the orange rays of the streetlamp make me similar
When I woke up this morning
I practiced my handwriting in the fog on my mirror
I wanted it to look like it was still me
even if it wasn't anymore
The old steeple is littered with those tiny carcasses
on the roof
on the windowsill
Like sinners begging for forgiveness
born into being to err and stray
children children I am a child
He is so beautiful
I drown in a void of light
I reach
I slip
I cannot stay
I draw more, more blood
I need more blood
But it leaves my body like honey,
thick and opaque, taking precious time to kiss the floor
I kneel beneath the red maple
I repent
I repent
The red leaves rest on my body
The red leaves my body
I repent
As a child, I climbed trees
Everyone climbed trees
In that cool season
I made my way to the highest branch
Where the leaves had already fallen
I was the only living thing on the branch
My family was inside the house
The branch broke
I fell
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
Hazy orange hills of that cool season
Seem to beckon me to look up
Watch the leaves fall like angels
Like the ontology of guilt
The way my deflowered mind wilts
The petals fall
Like that cool season
I percieve the dying trees as a beauty
As beauty
They are weak, and not long for this world
But in the leaves of orange I know once they were green
And the orange rays of the streetlamp make me similar
When I woke up this morning
I practiced my handwriting in the fog on my mirror
I wanted it to look like it was still me
even if it wasn't anymore
The old steeple is littered with those tiny carcasses
on the roof
on the windowsill
Like sinners begging for forgiveness
born into being to err and stray
children children I am a child
He is so beautiful
I drown in a void of light
I reach
I slip
I cannot stay
I draw more, more blood
I need more blood
But it leaves my body like honey,
thick and opaque, taking precious time to kiss the floor
I kneel beneath the red maple
I repent
I repent
The red leaves rest on my body
The red leaves my body
I repent
As a child, I climbed trees
Everyone climbed trees
In that cool season
I made my way to the highest branch
Where the leaves had already fallen
I was the only living thing on the branch
My family was inside the house
The branch broke
I fell
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