Fall to Winter

Writing on my Arm. Personal Image.

Writing on my Arm. Personal Image.

Fall to winter

I hate this time of year
Your cold kiss on my skin
A promise of death
Shattered love falling in
Flakes from the sky
Seeking shelter in a stranger’s embrace
Man, woman, it doesn’t matter
Instead of warmth
What I find is emptiness
Like the hollow of a cave
I echo your falsity
The prostitute searching
For what she cannot have
Solitary and confined
I melt into the leaves of fall
Blowing in the face of adversity
I am fighting un-be-known
Even to myself

GAM

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