Prose Post #6: You’re Autumn


I know you can’t take it anymore but if it makes a difference, I haven’t. Please, continue. That voice. It’s other-worldly and chilling—like late, autumn air. You are the leaves—the way they dance and the way they die.


Prose Post #5: German Delicacy

I cast my eyes toward the sky. The sun is sending me mixed messages. What are you doing to me? Every day, I expose myself to you, cognizant of your power. Every day, you are pleased at the way I consume you like a German delicacy. I can’t find my sunblock. The damage is done.