𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗻

Autumn arrived

Our glory turned brass and fell

We swayed like the oldest trees through the night

Summoning the wind, to conjure up a spell. . .

Fall,

I begged

To no avail

Because what you heard, was what you willed.

The leaves of our ruined love crunched beneath my feet

The rusty orange covered my heart.

Hope was escaping

With the terrible wind we brought.

Rusting,
Margo.