(september)
this is typically when the rains begin again, when the thirsty soil turns vibrant again, reborn to die
confusion
refusal
self destruction
with no understanding
this life
is a break
between infinities
(october)
laughter fills the night, the crinkle of plastic costumes, faces painted like the visage of death
burning leaves
the icy chill
blows down my spine
a sense of desolation
desperate longing
is all
that remains
(november)
the two most important women in my world are born, as well as the fool that fools himself
the feeling
of dejection
rejection
a lack
of retention
this disbelief
in suspension
(december)
the death knell tolls, how do you determine the wealth of a life, significance becomes loss
the shovel strikes
the frozen earth
the gray sky
threatens
fat flakes
cover
the corpse of yesterday
another calendar tossed into the landfill, another corpse interred back into the earth from whence it came
i went back and read all three parts, I think the darkness was there the entire time.
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I really like this series… though, admittedly it seemed to get darker as it went on, which… well I guess winter has that affect on some people.
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I guess the cycle had to end with death.
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