October

I’m always the most affectionate come fall.
Perhaps it’s the bite of the weather,
Perhaps it’s the memory.
It doesn’t matter.

The way in which the leaves break off,
seems to remind me of a phoenix
rising back up from the ashes.

Sometimes it just makes me
want to crawl up in
someone else’s
skin.

Burn for a
little
while.

BIATA

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