October 16, 2011
The first step outside
Little hands of demons flutter in the air
Clawing at the ground with a cathartic burn of red and orange
Ominous bare concoctions of nature’s whimsy sit still in the distance
Watching the occasional passer-by in the barren wasteland of peace and death
All this as I think to myself
What a wonderful time of year

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