Just tell me.
Tell me if I passed,
tell me what I gotta do,
As,
I wring myself wry
and fill myself, satiated.
body humming to the sound
of taste.
that climbs down,
acrid,
and climbs up acid.
Exhausted.
Rooted in embraces
and awakened lullabies
I watch as winter shivers.
An empty reflection.
Just tell me
So maybe,
I can feel warm inside.