Burning Doe - Cloud Rat

The leaves have this curl to them;

Racing past, golden hues like wisps of a horse tail not yet fenced in

No more stiffening of this black substance

This is more beautiful than pleasure I read

One by one they fall, taking the last year with them

Away from me

Candy apple red;

I want my lips to match

But I can only see the glow around me

Shedding its skin

And full like everything else

It helps me molt then retreat

I’m so fucking sick of bing human