Leaves
Leaves bleed and stain the white sidewalk their bodies blown into the wind
I close my eyes and lay on my horn letting the sound penetrate the purist parts
When they open iv smothered every dreadful memory and shut open mouths
The smoke ascends
And yet
I'm left still with two hands
And your throat between them
Copyright © Chelsie Hansen | Year Posted 2017
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