I met a boy called glue.
His hands roaring at his owner to climb.
his eyes froze in a patch of white.
his face slowly shriveling
As he gave me a hand shake, my palms stuck to his grasp.

I met a man called sun.
his face turning scarlet like cherry’s growing from its core
his eyes like embers shining down on who he looked at.
his core pumping packed light thought out his body
looking into his eyes dots blurred my vision.

I met a girl called autumn.
her words withered away like flowers with no water
her hands cracked when she touched anything
longing to live she was hopeless.
her hands drifted of off most things.