winter is when, x-posted to teasparrows
winter is when a creature forgets.
the dips and curves of its own body.
oxygen tells hair to grow thicker, and body
submits. each wound closes around itself
quickly. refusing to let anything in, good or
bad. from what i've noticed.
this earth is for no weak soul
to be ripped. each must have an axis
buried at the bottom. unless you want to be
carried away. just enough to exist within only
what is yours.