cracked and bleeding knuckles
depleted of the spring's moisture
that warms both flesh and spirit.
chapped, pouty lips
biting back the layers of dead skin with eager teeth,
bare, again facing the brunt of winter.
the brutal winter will wither away my wits
if I don't manage to first.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
cracked and bleeding knuckles
depleted of the spring's moisture
that warms both flesh and spirit.
chapped, pouty lips
biting back the layers of dead skin with eager teeth,
bare, again facing the brunt of winter.
the brutal winter will wither away my wits
if I don't manage to first.
this was a piece I had saved in my drafts for over a year, hence the date.
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