Autumn

by Owen Walker aged 16

The one time when death
Is the prettiest sight
The brown
Crunch

Pulls my heart like a
Rubber band. The Yellow
And red
Crunch.

The one time when death
Looks like the front
Of a
Book.

The one time when death
Does not involve the
Tears of
Anyone

Except for Mother.
She cries.

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