Autumn is when I feel
less alone than other times

For when the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey

I feel as though my dark soul
is mocked less by the cruel sunlight

And I can be dark and melancholy
together with nature

- Wyatt St. Dymphna

come fire, come water, come rain 

as i push my fingers all across this bridge again
please just know that i have mended this incessant belly ache. bruised up legs, purple and black, tie knots, lash whips upon my frets

keep me alive till the very last second.

through ******, through answers, in vain

moving houses from the smell her only sister permeates, and each one dances, a formation, inside Dymphna's cabaret. looking down every minute at the differences we share

skeletons, never hidden, not by the skin, its shape, out in the open, my bones are for everyone to stare.