Unburied
I did not want to die in this snow.
Winter,
I feared your breath like an
insane king. Submission is death,
and now my body lies long without a tomb.
I surrendered to a brute, to fires that
burn out quick.
When a heart dies light comes in sober flashes.
I can still run, until
yesterday smears into odd colors.
a Judas kiss overtaking a lily and
there were flowers
still screaming as my brain died.
A wind echoes unyielding, unaware
— Black fervor has begun.
Cold chews away, as the once me lies
blue, and pouting in my perpetual numb.
you lie.
I lie bitten, exposed, still
I can find my way home.
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