august 5, 2013
dear autumn,
should i swallow one pill
two pill,
three pill,
four?
perhaps six and add two
more?
and remember to lock the door.
because
life doesn't make sense
anymore.
- elliot
added to his collection of attempted poetry.
YOU ARE READING
dear autumn,
Genç Kurgua girl long dead and gone. a boy not accepting the fact that she's gone, and so he writes her little bits and pieces of what he's going through without her. [lowercase intended]