scalding summer days fade into fall.
i'm still grasping tight and smelling flesh burn.
october brought out the worst in me.
it carved me up and demanded a smile
until i rotted from the inside
and pulp spilled from my guts.
i never understood why i couldn't make you love me
as i sat back
choking
on
pumpkin seeds.
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Author:
reneesunknown (
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- Category: Sad
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