Friday, January 28, 2011

windowpanes freezing

i look like death,

it's nesting in my eyes

pale fingers clasp cool collar bones

there is no warmth left in me

enmities i've not yet found

wait outside my doorway, creeping.

the flip of a card will outline them

but I wouldn't know their names

frailty, insignificance

tightens aching joints

and a sleep so close to death

comes now to consume me

waiting, waiting

chilling whispers on the wind

tell me it's not enough

and the coldness takes me in

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