Another fall creeps in

& in between
my cells & bones
shifts
any misperception
of comfort
I may have scratched up
for my own
sanity

during spring
for
summer

& in the South in August
to step outside is like walking
into the fetid grounds
of a mass grave

the stench inspires
me to seek the ability
to dismantle
my everything
& toss it in that grave

before
winter takes
its place

in hopes to drift away
w/ mother nature’s
current change