My face is assaulted
with the shivers of the autumn wind
(unrelenting and quiet,
brisk sandpaper in motion)
and I am shaking all over,
fingers rustling like leaves,
seeing your footsteps scatter
as I try to breathe
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
My face is assaulted
with the shivers of the autumn wind
(unrelenting and quiet,
brisk sandpaper in motion)
and I am shaking all over,
fingers rustling like leaves,
seeing your footsteps scatter
as I try to breathe