May perpetual darkness shine down upon you
May your soul consume itself in a desparate act of hunger
May dogs attack you, and birds flee you
May food sour and rot in your stomach
And May the acid corrode your insides
You have no more blessings
No more skins of the teeth
No more luck
May you be torn apart by the hands of those you’ve wronged
May you not even be allowed hallucinations to alleviate your loneliness
May vicious judgement be forced upon your every move
May liquid plastic clog your throat so that you may no more speak words of sin
May hellfire scorch your limbs so that you may no more write words of sorrow
Nor may you run away from punishment
May this purgatory make living seem brighter than the bliss of death
For you repeatedly attempt to escape life
And in turn you take lives but
Slowly, you roast them unevenly
They burn, and you observe
With the box of matches you weren’t even aware you had clutched tightly in a sweaty grip
Thinking they were fireproof

Autumn is leaves trim
with gold and canaries,
dappled with red apples
and just dry enough to
c r um b l e
under excited young feet
pounding into the ground.
Autumn is gloved
hands and fingers,
entwined and swinging,
in a breeze just bearable
enough to get away
with a sweater.
Autumn is an end
memory's leaves dropping
like flies and
ceasing
to
exist.
Autumn is a beginning,
spiked black soldiers
lining almost frosted grass.
Autumn is sharing
spicy refreshments to rekindle
friendships
and firey bellies,
overstuffed with pumpkins.
Autumn is late
to rise and early
to rest,
the cool and calm night
dominating bleary and bright day.
Autumn is
my favorite season.

Thank you,
For the late night whispers and singing and snores,
For the early morning messages serving to warm me up under brittle sheets,
For the nightmares that were prophecy, now fulfilled,
For the tight band in my chest, slowly constricting me less and less.
Thank you for the residue of your voice, and his,
For the stories shared, serving to make you real,
For letting me feel, for your faith,
For the paranoia, because i cannot anymore trust,
For stealing my time, my sleep, my breath,
Because you hurt in the very best way.