shades_of_summer raze amber light turned the leaves a darker shade of summer. storm clouds pelted the back of my head with something cleaner than what comes out of the tap. i wasn't thirsty. i shielded three morsels of an uneaten meal with the flesh-covered parasol i know best and brought them back inside so they could dry out before being broken down by enamel caught in a constant state of regeneration. there must be two terminal teeth nesting in the coiled cage i call my chest. why else would i feel my jaw clench like a hand that doesn't know it's making a fist until the first blow has already been struck? 220824 ... past . 221115 what's it to you? who go blather from