Thursday, October 14, 2004

october winter

Drafts of sleet
Cover my head fast
But it doesn’t surprise
My already numb head

I try to speak
But the words
Froze before it gushed
then chilled my throat

The frostbite breaks in…
Deeply…too painful to move,
Too frosty to thaw
Too deadened to hope for…
13 october

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