— alone in winter.
it's bizarre,
like that first piano key
risen too high for the start of a bar.
like an awakening of reality,
that i was too afraid to breach.
like a muffled scream,
facing transition to a horrid screech.
on those dust-laden keys,
my frozen digits lay.
melodies entangled,
my frazzled mind doubts
which to play.
for this blizzard wasn't in passing,
yet has come to stay.
i am but the raging facade of winter,
in a painting of a calm night with a moon so full, making you forget the existence of day.
YOU ARE READING
swevens of vernorexia
Şiiri shall bloom flowers of love in your heart, so you may bleed petals for blood when i leave.
