WILL I BE ABLE TO PULL MYSELF TOGETHER
THE SUSPENSE!
THE MYSTERY!
LIKE A NOVEL BY AGATHA CHRISTIE
(BUT IT WAS ME KILLING ME)
autumn season of endurance season of fire I survived
burning autumn in mirage cities I would never arrive to killing spring
The October supermoon was harvesting me
Like Lily Ophelia I was drowning in oblivion
When the fragility witnessed me