Code Purple: Day Twenty One

Fallen ink
on loose leaves,
I am blood on orange
skylights,
the river, my tears,
dry and loaded,
crisp autumn
losses.

This world
was too fragile
to hold me
as I was.
I needed breaking–
I needed this post-noose,
tangled mess
about me.

©2015 Jessica Stephenson All Rights Reserved

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