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Mar 05, 2014 20:53

There is no kindness in winter.
Freezing light on fallen snow
Full of hollow imprints fading fast.

Golden amber light
Trapping time
Explaining none of it's
Mysteries.

The icy howls of the damned
Reach through every crack.
Begging for comfort
Giving none in return.

It seeps.
Leaks, drips, inches.
Into all breath, cells, walls, bones.
Expanding, pressing and growing
Filling hollows.

Out of mouths, eyes, ears.
From nostrils, spreading, curling.
Straining against lung walls.
Intestines, veins, heart chambers beat
Weakly.
Failing.

It becomes me, and I become it.

creative writing, poem, musings

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