It's November and my bones are already brittle. I feel them snap and splinter underneath my skin every time I pull myself out of bed.I remember last N..
I would never tellHow much I've written about youSince it would not matterBut tonight is a particularly bad nightBecause everytime the roomGets really..
Oh, hello. Would you look at that? Autumn is already tapping on my window and whispering if it can come inside.I'vewasted already another year.I open ..