Fall of the Fallen

Insights from "Inside"

I crunch

on the swath

of crisp cool air

that cuts

chilled and invigorating

through the swamp of my despair.

dust of leaves

coat my tongue

as I masticate

crow pie

long past

it’s sell-by date

I spit

breathe

the oak floating

reminders

humid cling of miasma

is not the haven

it self-proclaims

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Author: Nicole Lyons

I am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

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