November

Crush the apple with your teeth, measuring time
I circle the devil's forehead
Spinning a thread above your head
Standing tall, interpret the cards:
Remember the family driving the car
Stumble and lose track, three cats to call
Nobody can find you
The winter's finally here to console
I don't need your hand, I need your heart
I'm lost without you
She brushes the beach and turns, foam rolling
Envying death
I withdraw, without a burden or ache