Autumn came so quick again,
it happened in an instant-
orange-red leaves and pine needles
scattered on the acura's roof.
Better than bein' in a beat-up northstar,
but Yuria's seems a less tragic fate.
Make my own bed every night,
sometimes it's hard to stomach
the shadows at the foot, though,
socks weighed down with choices and guilt.
Is it better to say I choose not to,
I dunno, but I know it's sushi night.
Written by Janette B on October 5, 2025. FUCK COPYRIGHT!