• She wrote love on her arms
    In the fall, she lost
    Sight of what was
    Going on around her.
    Beauty.
    But she just couldn't
    See the newly changed
    Leaves.
    Past the permanent glaze
    Over her hazel eyes
    Birds were chirping
    But she couldn't
    Hear.
    Over the constant
    Ringing in her ears.
    Dead
    Grass covered in dew
    Smelled so crisp
    But it never pahsed
    Her. She missed the
    Newly
    Picked apples and
    Candy from October, it
    Tasted
    Burnt on her mucuse
    Embedded tongue.
    So she spit it out
    And went to
    Sleep
    For a long time because
    No one even bothered to
    Help.