VISUAL PROMPT
Photo by Florentina Amon @ deviantart.com/tiina23

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The Steps
These days come by walking through the leaves
The trees themselves fall away in the mist
Until sunlight hits my skin,
And the blood runs off my arms and off my wrists
From my hands, of my guilty trail
I stand at the jury’s mercy but yet I watch
From the woods, from the place called home
Carefully falling, down down down until the sharp
Jolt of stone
Forever should a blindfold cover my eyes
And from the blood of them should come
The price of my sight
Sold and auctioned off
Each of my senses lost
Until I fade back
Into the woods of oblivion
With my suitcase at my side