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The horizon is buried beneath the snow
Grey clouds, grey days, grey eyes
How long until my demise?
An end must come for me someday.
Let’s stroll alongside the river and
Dip our toes into the water,
Cut a hole in the ice and
Slide my body in.
Throw some rocks off the bridge,
They’re bound to land somewhere.
So why not here? Why not here.
I’ve got no gloves and no pockets.
My hands are cold, so let’s go back inside.
The fire is warm and cozy,
But not quite hot enough to burn a human alive.
So just sit here with me.
Sit here and let’s just be.
Existing is a tedious process
Like waiting for a flower to bloom in early spring.
Watching every petal, every droplet of water.
Listening to her core sing.
I’ve got no shoes, but this old news paper’ll do.
Nothing for my head but two slices of bread.
No coat, no scarf, no pants, nothing.
I’ve got nothing but freezer burn.
And as the sunlight breaks the clouds,
The snow all melts away.
All the children deem it warm enough to come out and play.
There’s no sand in the sandbox
No backyard to explore,
The trees are gone,
The lights are out;
Everything is loud next door.