#here is cold

[redmantic]

Golden rays dip behind the horizon

And cold settles into my bones

Bird song is replaced by cicadas.

I lay in bed,

I stare at my ceiling

While others are still coming home.

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But my home isn’t here

And here is cold.

Frost burries me deep

And I’ll thaw wrong in the morning.

My eyes rot in my skull

As static fills my brain.

My chest weighs heavy

And I cannot move from my death bed.

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Even the gentlest breeze will shatter me.

[izabellkey]

Here is cold