November
Remember, remember the filth of November

Remember, remember the filth of November,
The pathetic reasons to rot.
I see no reason
Why this vile, love treason
Should ever be forgot!
The month of decay
Leaves shrivel
Descend
Die.
The month to celebrate monsters
These disguised arachnids
Celebrated with open arms
With their venomous stingers hooked over them
Ready to attack
The liminality of hesitation and unrest
To actively dissociate the mind and soul?
Or dissociate with activity?
Nothing lasts forever - but memories
Your fears will never subside and the shadows still remain
Remember, remember the filth of November,
Put poison in my thoughts.
I hate this season
Can I ever have freedom?
Can it ever be forgot?!
About the Creator
Honor Willow Brown
I am a 25 year old student currently in my fourth year of BA English and Film. I'm interested in sharing creative writing, non-fiction articles and poems.



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