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air charged with electric, hissing like broken amplifiers

entangled in fog that cultivates gooseflesh patterns across skin,

earning a shiver of realisation;

are you still as easy to love when there's nothing left to fix?

harvest leaves plummet, mimicking the golden age that lays deceased on cutting room floors,

adulterated to make for an easier digestion.

bad memories are as indelible as cadavers in shallow grave plots

laying beside wilted lilies, intended to mourn or console

sporting upturned collars that veil truth or intention

one of life's many seasons finds its way into your mind the same way antiseptic seeps into gashes...

clinging to beloved's arms like tourniquets,

promenading under fortresses of foliage.

my head reels from indulging in close contact

hosting concert dances in the image of Terpsichore

a ghosting of shoulders has me burying the hatchet of a hurtful past

 in favour for remembering a future that has yet to happen.