Sat in a room full of leaves
On the verge of something terrible
I can feel my blue fingertips
And grazed knees
Time is pulling me unwillingly
My neck cramps from looking over my shoulder
I'm crying cider tears
I dream the sun remembers my name and comes to eat me
I've never wanted so little and so much in my life
Moss is growing over my starved soul
I look out the window to the traitorous earth
Howl at the moon that's in its prime
My heart folds
Not like gentle origami
It's scrunched
It feels like ripping the scabs off before I'm done healing
Eventually I'll slump into the wind
Even though it only speaks of bad things coming