my spine is scraped, held together for too long
his step is languid, and flows with the air
fall
fall
another day another crack
tile bruises my elbows
fall
it's been three months
his breath runs my
spine
crunching of orange and red leaves
fall
i can't stop thinking of summer
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 2:36 PM UTC
my spine is scraped, held together for too long
his step is languid, and flows with the air
fall
fall
another day another crack
tile bruises my elbows
fall
it's been three months
his breath runs my
spine
crunching of orange and red leaves
fall
i can't stop thinking of summer
written in august, likely foreshadowing of what was to come
