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

 

… tttttt

 

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.