Fall of the Fallen – Aurora Phoenix

I crunch

on the swath

of crisp cool air

that cuts

chilled and invigorating

through the swamp of my despair.

 

dust of leaves

coat my tongue

as I masticate

crow pie

long past

it’s sell-by date

 

I spit

 

breathe

the oak floating

reminders

 

humid cling of miasma

is not the haven

it self-proclaims

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