The snow outside,
The pill I take to hide from life:
The way it blankets my mind,
It's hard to describe
With slowing heartbeat,
The way it erases what's beneath,
The way it thaws slowly,
Revealing
Muddy human shape imprinted: shame.
Musty leaves and sadness,
Blame
My self-imposed detachment:
Internal passion, eternal absence.
With slowing heartbeat,
Erasing the self beneath.
When it thaws slowly
Is that me?
I look down wistfully,
Stumble around aimlessly,
Nothings found in daylight,
It dims, I cover myself.
"Again, alive."
"It snows every night."
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