walked home alone
today, in the slight drizzle
the soggy yellow and brown leaves
sticking to my shoes
i looked at them the whole way

and i came to a deep bank
and i imagined my pale body
lifeless, among the broken limbs
empty trees, and accumulated rotting foliage.
and there would be me:
the putrescence of my carcass
of my remains.

and i can't get it out of my head.