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L T Winter Jul 2018
I sip slower
At weavings and
Winter wisps
Where, weather is withering
Blue.

And I enunciate
Evil everlasting.
Dark kraken
Dreams spelt in ***.

Eating-
Colourless mixtures
Throw hues that
Don't exist yet.

I trip for a second,
And grey slips
Out-

As I fumble,
I see
A broken hare


Well?

I wept blindness
Into my hands
Gratefully declining
My friend
Who's Death.
L T Winter May 2018
Caring is hard.
When your soul
Is Numb.
L T Winter Aug 2017
A melody so
Beau-ti-ful-ly broken
It's- ghostly
To ears-
And the
Bone frore; psoriasis skin
Screaming vociferous
With claret shot
Token festered eyes
Could speak

Glacial strokes to
An empty
Mere,
Growing epicormic buds
For fresh-er-than-threshing
Squabbles.

Shadows speak
And evanesce,
When the blood
I made shivering
Seeps warmth; to tears.
I call for Help--

                        Guidance-

                                             Aid

It echoes and
I forget--
Why I came here.
While the big-ness of things and feelings
Are gone again.
L T Winter Jul 2017
It's the thinking that hurts,
The cavity of x and y
Which drapes proclivity
In the way
My words work,
Almost Bro-
                  ken.

Slightly when spoken
From dorsum,
I welcome you
To the Stitches
Of other halves-

The part I dampen
More than antediluvian revoke
And- Anamnesis wrinkles,
Spitting essentia spirit
Until all I am is-
Eighty-six
L T Winter Jun 2017
Cotton aromas,
Become a cloister
That shifts into
Lavender conundrums--
And the field you see
'Winces'
As it caters-to-corpses
All lumpy; fractured
With reds so dry
From hues of 'once been' and ' Never hads'

I'd been beyond an abyss; darker
Than demons piled up
'Peeping'
Senseless death.
As the chronosphere
Parades.
I see treacle as bones
And razors for
Bandages.

I grew tasteless here
Where cutting couldn't
Help-
Dandelion daisy chain odours
Leave my veins-
And somehow they'd stolen moments

--Moments I never even knew I'd lost.
L T Winter May 2017
Dinosaur skin
Wielding--
Soft aches
For butterfly
Chantries

And helium breathes
The nerves I break

But only for a

'Single'

Second
                                            (It was lonely here)

As I became nullified numb
I realised, each lung was lined
With sorrow-

And I'd been waiting for the-

Death it brings.
L T Winter Apr 2017
Piece by piece-
My arms burdened me
Too heavy to lift,
But they move slightly
And just enough-
To cut 'ambilevous'
Ties-

Piece-by-piece,
It regrows.
And I'm besieging inside-
'Pretending'
Because it's the pretense that counts,

I tell my feet
While covered in mud
So I wouldn't see them--

I couldn't feel them,

Piece by piece
They erode and I question-
Help?
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