Crushing Leaves : November 11

Fractured figments of Autumn’s imagination.

Decorating the grass,

some still on my hands.

The pressure is unbearable.

These claws can pierce the flimsy flesh

and destroy withered anatomies.

So the scattered remains leave.

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