glimmering gentle sun, i stare at the trees. it’s autumn, so they shed their hair, just like i do.
if the world was a bath, the drain would be full of leafy strands, blocked, the water overflowing. the sky smiles, it’s blue tongue licks the clouds, i want it to take me.
maybe one day i’ll turn into a flower, i already blossom, and attract the bees, but maybe, one day, i will be covered in petals.