And Here Comes the Cold...
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Farewell sun,
farewell warmth:
dusk slides between the juncture of shoulder and neck,
cascading shivers down hunched, spinal knobs,
each tremor dissipating within blood
such a dimmed and cooling red.
Hello night,
hello cold:
reminders of pain worm their way between each rib and lung,
compressed over fragile heartbeats,
which quiet as midnight's stupor encompasses each contraction.
thud. thud. thud.
thud. thud.
thud.
Moonlight streams through dusted blinds,
bent from fingers allowing sight to curious eyes.
Yet I hide within inky shadows, which devour—claim,
nestling in my chest and eyes, singing mournful lullabies
that ease loneliness in slow caresses, like silk laid upon the skin;
the disguised addiction of a hopeless addict,
the crime that tempts a repeat-offender...
was there ever any hope for me?
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