willow glen. grings. alone. wyomissing.
paradoxically invigorated
sleeveless in bitter arid wind
mummified autumn leaves trampled underfoot
sigh in relief, sinuses desiccated by the soured air
the roar of eighteen-wheelers
the hum of dying cicadas
burning leaves and pumpkin guts
the sweet perfume of greasepaint and latex
jaded and wistful
the crisp scent of snow marred with muddy tracks
stiff fingers
runny nose
sweltering torso
frozen toes
hopelessly in love
escapist wanderlust
embalmed in the green malodor so sweet
paradoxically dying
freshly hacked-off trousers
goose-pimples on legs exposed for the first time in months
the cry of songbirds
the bad thoughts
the taste of crimson
crying hopeless into the sewer
jaded and manic
running
screaming
prancing
singing
soak in the warm microbial swamp
no more pain
nothingness
bored to tears