Cold, immobile.
Wind whipping across sleeping waters
gnawing, biting, burning.
Deep freeze settles in
creeping stealthily into
the very space between
the atoms of my existence
lulling their hum into
near silence.
When the sun deigns to shine,
it shines right through me
as if I'm not there.
I lie as if dead
though I'm only just
sleeping
dreaming of a warmth
soft and tender.
[I just realized after typing this out it really does look like a rose. Holy unplanned awesome, Batman!]
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