Use your words.


Use your words.


Take heart, broken sad heart. Autumn is on its piper way, and with it, orange-red something somethings

no no no


(Deep breaths, girl.

Okay, try again. And a one, a two.)


Take heart, sad heart. Autumn is on its way, marching forth, and with it, fire-crossed embers that seal off pain. Isn’t that what they did? Sear the skin with molten coals to prevent bleeding? And didn’t they




Didn’t they—


Um, didn’t they used to (something poetic and profound to be written here)


(Deep breaths, honey)


Oh God. I cannot write.