October is hollow and wet
It rains sideways and upside down
I dont think the sun emerges for its entirety
Everything is red with anger and disbelief
The pacific northwest fall feels like a funeral
Mourning the parts of myself that died in the heat
There is a carcass in my bed where you used to sleep
I stuff it's empty ribs with pillows
Throw a blanket on top
Ignore the smells of death and sleep on its vacant chest
Just like when you were here
I haven't seen you since the leaves changed colors
Yesterday i thought about you so much i almost threw up
I kicked my car door until there was a dent from my foot the size of the hole you left
I left first
I ran away before you could
October feels like home
Which means it's cold and i feel unwelcomed
The wind pushes against me as if it wants me to leave
I stay out of spite
I always leave
YOU ARE READING
WHEN YOU LEAVE THIS PLACE (WHAT WILL YOU TAKE?)
Poetrya collection of my poetry of the past 3 years. i appreciate you giving it a chance.