Like oranges in autumn, insides diseased and rotten.
Citrus on the senses, pumpkin spice forgotten..
Spooky scary sweetheart, so sugary your teeth hurt..
A sunset stare suspended, and curls of umber burnt..
Hallow-weathered heartstrings,
is all this fallen season brings..
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Vixen Verse - An Eclectic Poetry Collection
PoetryThe secret scribblings of a miserable mad woman. "Sometimes I write depressing shit and put it here." WARNING: Do not read if you seek happiness. You will find none.
