the winter calls us by name. we answer with a shrug. the cold touches us in places nothing else can. we stumble through the blizzard wearing nothing but our hurt.
the light measures us in caveats. the weight of intention.
we steal our skin from the pauses in our grief. we wear our faces like melting snow.
the world ending with every breath.
the cold comes. a hungry ghost. and we feed it. the cold does its math. and we are destroyed it.
too small overcome it. too stubborn to surrender.
the ice forms on our blades.
we strike hard, but we draw no blood.
Wednesday
1/05/2022 11:22:00 PM
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