october boys

frost before the snow,

never felt this cold;

preemptively closed-

this gamble of twists 

and targeted turmoil,

at the request of 

decaying teenage,

or the victim of 

shielding macrophage,

rumoured instincts-

drawing a younger girl 

into his holding cage,

the first clean break

comes when we swear,

the second one when 

lives are bottled up 

at the front and rear;

october boys did

not talk about the fall,

october boys knew well

to withhold love in control,

october boys.

- chetna 🌻