i wish ghosts would stop throwing vases in the attic of my brain
leaves take too long to rust off trees& it doesnt rain here as much as it should. trees lush with green shimmy even though halloween (consisting of gutting pumpkins, dressing like roadkill, candied apples& red wine) has past. we went to a carnival which pulsed with electric light as they burned a giant wooden effigy in the field by the woods, paper lanturns swayed as we held our hands up to the flickering heat, our backs against the dark. fireworks crackled like they do almost every night in neighbors' lawns& ash told me some lady hung herself in the city& no one paid any attention cos they thought it was a halloween decoration.
i keep looking at everything without really noticing. days like dead leaves tumble by in blurs& i just go along, watching the horror film pulse in my brain. these things happen everyday; i am used to these little explosions in the distance. every seven years your body renews itself with a whole new set of cells for your stomach, your heart. i've been waiting for a more drastic change as the forests slowly burst into flames. it's hard to imagine the initial shock i'll have once i step off that plan onto familiar soil& the trees will shake, dead& empty.
i keep looking at everything without really noticing. days like dead leaves tumble by in blurs& i just go along, watching the horror film pulse in my brain. these things happen everyday; i am used to these little explosions in the distance. every seven years your body renews itself with a whole new set of cells for your stomach, your heart. i've been waiting for a more drastic change as the forests slowly burst into flames. it's hard to imagine the initial shock i'll have once i step off that plan onto familiar soil& the trees will shake, dead& empty.