cool air comes to crawl through my window
and I ascend slowly from each
level of Dante's dreams
to meet it in
shivers
I stumble off my pedestal only to rise
into swells of clouding memories and
bitter aftertaste of shriveling tears
what is there to wear today but
silence?
murmur murmur the petals of my cinnamon muffin flake off
and the rain chases me down this warping street
falling into puddles I step on chaos in the form of violent
waves rippling out underneath me till I can only
feel
all too keenly the swaying of the bridge
holding me close to you to you to you
these pages turn too fast
and this story is ending all too soon
The End
