September
   (where the hallways fill up from the street).

The mourning air glistens with
sweat to
         her frosted tips
her naked skin toned to summer's flesh
brown, soaking wet like the earth.

         leaves, covered up in colors.

I Tramped

I tramped the path to a trench with my eyes held in my palms.
My heart pounded, to muster a tear in the page.
I walked backwards to see no followers.

I wrapped my skin in latex and turned to touch the world.
it laughed and turned it's back, so i opened my eyes and stomp.

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