A life in pieces

The 20th,

It's raining.

It's supposed to be fall.

What happened?

Where are the colored leaves?

Orange, red, yellow?

All I see is gloom.

All I see is the dark unending sky,

War.

It's been here since the beginning.

Eating at our hearts,

With its coiling tongue and sharp teeth.

Reaching, reaching!

With its mouth agape and sharp talons ready.