Something is Wrong.

Falling for Autumn

Once again, the season washes me.
The storm fronts rain relief over us.
The temperature drops, the pressure falls.
The clouds blot out the imposing sense
of summer doldrums and bitterness.

I want to curl up under brown leaves,
and blow away with them in the breeze.
I want to smell campfire and wet brush,
pumpkin spices and autumn vices.
Nights lit by harvest moons and falling stars.

I am indeed,

Falling for Autumn.

Terry G.

The sea rises 
with the tears
that i shed over
sleepless nights
and cold sheets.

Waves crash along
my eyes, lids gusting
maelstrom winds, heart 
shaped glass shattering
amongst the backdrop
of the autumn sunsets.

Alone i stand, words
escaping my lips only
to fall to the ground at
my feet bleeding ink.

Writing on parchment
skin cutting deep
to lonely bones, carving 
your name into my ribs
so that you will forever
be by my heart.

Wrap your hands around my ribs, 
and bear my heart to the cold wind.
Collect my bones from the ground.
Paint them the color of nothing.
Nothingness.
Slice a line, a thousand lines,
into my skin.
Retrieve my lips. 
They have rotted away from too many 
lies. 
Roll my eyes in the hands
they lingered on for so long.
Wind my digestive tract
around a spool, like thread. 
Scoop my drops of blood into tiny vials. 
Sell them later, for life will be worth so much more                                                 than it is now.
Bask in my humiliation. Grief. Love.
Even my excitement. 
Because endings are exciting.
Kiss my soul 
as she stumbles into the creamy night,
looking for everyone who is no one at all.
You can have everything I am, 
but you cannot take my mind. 
It’s been lost for far too long.