like winter. She's a splinter
stuck under his skin. Growing
stubble on his chin. He shaves
it off. But it rises like
a nagging cough. Every night
he sees her set like the sun
in the west. She's a rolling tide
rushing toward the shore,
oil clogging his pore. Like a Purple
Martin flying south, she'll strike
like a cottonmouth. She's a disease
that drops him to his knees. When
he thinks he's over her wind
stirs branches scraping his window
pane. Drawing out his pain in beads
of nightly sweat. He crashes like a jet.
16h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 7:30 AM UTC
like winter. She's a splinter
stuck under his skin. Growing
stubble on his chin. He shaves
it off. But it rises like
a nagging cough. Every night
he sees her set like the sun
in the west. She's a rolling tide
rushing toward the shore,
oil clogging his pore. Like a Purple
Martin flying south, she'll strike
like a cottonmouth. She's a disease
that drops him to his knees. When
he thinks he's over her wind
stirs branches scraping his window
pane. Drawing out his pain in beads
of nightly sweat. He crashes like a jet.
