THE LEAVES
BY MARCI PURCELL
All the leaves crumble under the weight of me.
Leaves
leaving
crumble
crumbling
weight
waiting
under
me
The leavers crumble under the weight of me.
They
crumble
under
the
weight
and
leave
me
They are leaving and I crumble under the weight.
Crumbling
under
the
weight
of
all
the
leaving
I leave, crumbling under the wait.
I
crumble
under
the
weight
of
me
leaving
The weight of the leaves crumbles us all.
We
crumble
under
the
wait
of
the
leaves
I am waiting under the crumbled leaves.
I
wait
under
leaves
and
the
leavers
crumble
We leave the weighted crumble.
We
all
leave
the
wait
of
the
crumble
…and we are relieved.
Marci Purcell is an adoptee and writer who has recently turned her attention away from her pragmatic writing style in order to explore a more artistic approach.