Pre-Autumn Post-Traumatic Stress

before autumn, your father stuffed some of his old work clothes with leaves that he had cut off of a tree with safety scissors. the leaves were still green when he did it. he told you he had something against seeing them change color before his eyes. it was something about this year. they rotted inside of the faceless scarecrow. its stomach deteriorated and you started cutting your own hair because you didnt trust anyone.