Betrayal
The acid of deception corrodes
my entrails, as it does to soft vessels.
Shock interferes with digestion, sleep,
taints my skin a deep ocher,
the same hue Neanderthals used
to mark the foreheads of the dead.
It’s Fall, leaves from maples hang
precariously from organic threads,
children stomp on crunchy piles of gold,
pomegranate colored stars lie silently
until shoes intentionally break
nervations crisscrossing their backs.
Soon, trees will go dormant,
cold wind will whip their bark
like cowhide. I’ll weep with them.
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