all misread or
unsaid
don’t
forget it
never ends
lets
pretend-
entangle again,
to shame us
eye to
same
as if
too smug
to
bow
in blame.
coloursfothesoul
the cool sweat of
silence,
a cruel drowsy
pause
for bite like dark coffee
and deep people
reflecting
loss,
fevers bubble under
fangs of
frost.
frost feathers window
into safe room
no longer breathes
no longer knows
it’s here to hold you
until see through.
hands in the garden 