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Nov 2018
Sunlight
Faint as ghost feet
Caress my brow
Hold my sleeping form
Dainty dust particles
Are the flies that fill my room

Dead dry earth
No snow, no birds
Just the click, click, click
Of keys and muffled screams
He's swearing now and
I leave
That room is dead to me

Each heart holds a song
The beat of life
Trapped in a vessel
Thump, thump, I sing alone
I am no one's song
I am no one's symphony

Feet move here
Wood cries out
We are alive but this house is not
No words, no love
Just a funeral song

Her eyes will not meet mine
My cold hands cannot touch her
We are all dead now
I wish I had left in November
Shouldn't winter be a happy time?
Written by
kain  Non-binary/Haven, ME
(Non-binary/Haven, ME)   
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