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