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



pumpkin seeds.

  • Author: reneesunknown (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 13th, 2023 12:08
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 6

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