I hate winter. Not because of the cold or the blinding white. Not because the barrenness of the night. I hate it because it makes me think of you. The last moments we shared. The last time I saw you. I hate winter because you are everywhere. In every snowfall, in every light. In the winter, I feel like I'm drowning. Drowning beneath the ice.
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Reckoning
PoetryPoetry & Prose • Book 2 of the Darkness & Light series • Kind of a chaotic, dark work of poetry and prose. Reckoning is the burning down of worlds, the blurring of the lines between darkness and light.
