Trench & Dress: H&M; Blazer: Forever 21; Tights: Gap; Shoes: Kohls
The floor in autumn makes a crunching sound.
The ceiling is dark and foreboding.
The walls whistle and move my hair in unwanted shapes
And my house is changing for the winter.
The branches let go of their red-golden stars and lay them at my wet shoes, narrowly missing the rest of me as they fall. Each day the floor has more and branches less.
Fall is a changing time.