writteninthestars

Flames of October,

brain and heart stroke against each other

a rough friction of immiscible layers

grip and rooting into my affliction

i dreaded the first as a orange leaf fell into

my lap

its sharp blinding colors twirled between

my fingers in flaming hot mockery

 

i paled in comparison to the beauty that

surrounded me

my whole world was ablaze in a single never ending burn of amber

and still, i bled in black & white

 

the seventh day was fleeting

and the uproar was merely a gust of wind

upsetting a pile of leaves next to my feet

 

it wasn’t until the fifteenth when the blaze

shrunk to a single candle lit flame

that i felt old wounds tearing away at the

flesh on my arms

 

dragging my limp mind into the twentieth

i met my own shadow for the first time

it was brighter than the leaves in the fall

and uncurled my fists from tight balls

 

by the thirtieth i know i’ll be out of air

hope would have already poisoned my

thoughts that dwell

they told me i can try, but there’s no

crawling out of a place like hell