Winters luring me in.
Her breath so soft.
and she has a specific set of instructions.
A mold.
I must fit into.
First she sends a shiver.
Then snowflakes, and they land on my bones,
Where they begin.
so while i'm shivering and shivering and shivering
distracted, focused at the same instant
everything just goes numb.
I can't feel,
and i'm waking up
and their putting me too sleep
and i'm waking up
and i wish i could really wake up
stop hurting.
A hobo sack full of brick gets old
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