It's autumn,  
I watch my face morph in the reflection of the lake that way I have something to blame when I don't recognize that face        
It's autumn,      
I learn he is married and he is already undressing me        
Leaving what feels like my bare bones naked    
exposed without permission to be skinned alive      
It's autumn,      
The tree's are lying next to me      
I drift off and my body stays in character, awake, obedient to the intruder, "good bitch"      
It's autumn,      
I wonder if his hands feel like this to her too    
Cuticles rough with passion pretending to be passion        
It's autumn,      
The trees are dying next to me    
If he feels like a trespasser you let in      
I wonder how she takes her coffee everything I look at mine,        
I can't seem to stop pouring for her too        
I hear the beauty of her name in every breath he temporarily holds captive,      
And I dream of her in glass jars and in the bottom of the ocean, safe and out of his reach      
It's autumn,        
He must have mastered the art of skinning because the trees have turned to bone so quickly      
If she too can feel him under her nails and sewn in between her eyelashes when he has removed himself from in between her thighs      
Cunts the grand prize        
He has buried himself in her deepest parts and there is no room for her there too      
It's autumn,      
There is not enough room for all these bones        
My body is starting to feel less and less like a body and more like a body bag that breathes,        
And I am no longer worried if he goes too hard on me        
I hear the silence screaming at me in the space inbetween his moans, "Have you reached the bottom yet? Felt the texture of the floor and the darkest parts you hide from yourself? Have you girl?!"        
It's autumn,      
You hide from yourself must mimic the sun      
There is beauty in that        
He tells me he missed me,
the touch of us,
that he loved the thought

I punched him in the mouth that had tried to devour me whole and admired his red        
His very own shade of autumn      
It's fall,      
I fell and I did not notice      
But at least I am not alone lying of the floor      
It's autumn,        
The trees have died with a piece of me,      
And I guess there is beauty in that too        
Written by Damselinhandcuffs
Published | Edited 27th Jun 2020
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