Poem: "The Fall of Leaves"

by NICOLE BEARD
​Staff writer

You and I spiral
Gliding and sailing
Dancing descend
On a gust
A ripple
A whim
Brushing and creating friction
You and I falling
Shoving me away with a will unnatural and callous 
Holes have been chewed into the face of me
And devouring what you want
Unpunished
Fresh and supple when we started
My warty underside becomes food, but never satisfies thy hunger
Now you are ravenous, are you not
More and more you take, less and less I give
Crushed and disregarded
I'm lost among the faceless