fall

There's something about the way you breathe,

like leaves free falling from a tree;

orange, yellow and red, beauty thrives in death, 

but yours runs deeper, what with that smirking face

that is high on its misery and mocks itself. 

Yet when your eyes flutter at me

like the wings of a flailing bird caught in the autumn wind, 

they mistakenly betray the desire to truly be free. 

- Drisana