editing
and writing
and writhing in my skin
my muscles throb and shutter
as if something is trapped in
can i let it out
can it let me be
or must i live the rest of my life
with a muscle demon trapped inside me?
playing around with rhyme scheme
November 7, 2026
the colors of fall
the russets and the pumpkins and the
last dregs of green
beautiful and matte finished
unless rain-water-sheened
but the japanese maple
the pride of the autumn
two doors down from our own
has bright reds that will make your eyes sparkle
with amazement and wonder and hope
