They say I fell,
a victim to the winds of October
I felt a push
and blame the hands of Autumn
We huddled together
upon the forest floor
We discussed the trees
and how their skeletons were now exposed
The cruel knock of winter
rattled upon each bark
I knew I was not here to rest
this place would become my grave
Eager splashes of forced rain
struck our already cold bodies
An orchestra of grey clouds
looked prepared to beat their instruments
I felt my skin change
my edges began to snap
The forest turned dark
I was no more
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