As spring came in the walls came down
slower than other years, but quicker than
when winter was here
I wasted away – creatively and literally
for nearly six months; the winter
gets longer
every year
and self-preservation became less important
than distance, disassociation
melting flesh and addiction
to pretend that it isn’t happening, it hasn’t happened
when it is cold, I can’t rhyme and
no matter how I try; my body is not mine


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