The wind changes direction but I do not
Hunched down here amidst the lifeless husks
I nurtured them in spring, they died anyway.
My footfalls don't even crunch anymore
They walk by oblivious, I'm not there to them
Still wouldn't be even if I wasn't hiding.
On that violet cloud wind I scent something too familiar
Despite what I thought, My heart pounds with the aroma of memory.
Nobody who cares would be out here in the night, not for me.
Just the cats, purring at my silence and the sharpness that almost equals theirs
We've got more blades than your kitchen, we like our meals raw.
My moves don't register when the dry leaves dance on sidewalks
My tears don't show with autumn rain to drown them
Only the jack-o-lanterns, grinning both for good and ill know what this night holds
For those who pay attention.
How Do I manage?
My Past
Feeling alone
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Socially anxious introvert
