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Hannah Brincat Apr 2020
I saw you. 
I saw you the other night, under the willow tree. 

You sat there,
laying waste to your day. 

You sat there, 
mulling your theories over. 

Ones about morals and values; 
about things you’ll never come to fathom. 

I stopped for a second. 
I contemplated walking over to speak about morals and values.

But then I saw it. 
That aura around you. 

The one in the shape of a snake, 
the one calling out to all your passersby
The one that is tailor-made to tempt, with the aim of seducing. 

So I walked past the willow tree and back onto the guided path.

The path that would lead the farthest away from the snake and tree.
Hannah Brincat Nov 2019
Do you feel it?
Creeping up your spine when the grey starts to set in?

Do you feel the ice?
Slowly working its way into your brain?

Do you feel the change in colour?
Steadily turning your blood from red to grey?

You see my love,
winter doesn’t only appear before you.
It also makes its way through you.

The fire you’re cosying up against will die soon.
All your efforts to stop it, won’t work.
The rain will keep coming.

With each new morning rainfall,
come a set of troubles and fears,
made just for you.

So hold on my dear.
Hold on to your seat,
get ready for the ride.

For winter is the grey monster in front of your eyes,
the one that will make you feel so alive,
the one that will make you feel so much that you’ll want to feel nothing at all.

Do you feel it now?

— The End —