asvetic

fall fell upon us
rifling up to rouge
a slight metamorphasis
though, how much have I changed
none...
I skip autumn and die with winter.
leaves fall...snow falls...I fall

leave me be, I've fallen to far.
as tension rakes my back and neck
I curl and grip the dirt of my own skin.

clippings of what has been, may never be again.

fall fell upon us...