as the cold and lonely winter approaches
riding on a midnight horse
i can feel her long, white, spindly fingers
wrapping creepy, clammy claws around the ball of air
that is the earth
that is the mild warmth of fall
choking it, suffocating it
slowly
asphyxiating life away
like a ball of fire burning itself out
in the absence of oxygen
and i want it to be over.
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