autumn

Somebody turned down the contrast and your body wants it

It's getting more and more dark when exchanging the days

You clench your fist without being able to control it

You reach point B without recognising the way

Your simmering surface is calling for deep exploration

Despite how well you're aware of what dwells underneath

You hold your breath every night as a test of your patience

Looking for patterns in what you carved into your sleeves

Quiet - not mute and the progress is fading

What you thought's been gone was just camouflaged as something else