#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 25: “Seasoned”

Seasoned

I broke when casually
the Motown began to play,

dragged my heels into the 90s shag
& would rather be gutted

by cleavers than leave this
homeland memory

I’m starting to love/hate
this season & its familiarity,

its shivers that remind me
of butchering, feasts, & forced

compliance        i’m not going
to do anything about it

The outside is a danger zone,
the inside is the final stage

of living decay, the cold
brings its own level of pain,

a former love that you lost
all trust in, a bittersweet smile

in the mirror, a hand on the glass,
a shattering of will     Oh, autumn,

you’re being cruel this year
You’re enjoying my devouring

& I’m presenting my wounds
to appease you       i’m swimming

in a crimson best forgotten,
craving rust in my mouth

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