Junkyard Poems

~ As I Grow Ever Colder ~

[TW: glass, blood, wounds, death, sadness]

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As I Grow Ever Colder:

I feel the asphalt beneath me.

I feel the shards of glass that pop and dance around me that so freely bruise my skin.

I feel the breeze on my face
when you scream.

I feel the vibration in the Earth
as you rush to my side.

I feel your tears fall as you cry out
while cradling me in your arms.

I feel the blood seeping out from the freshly formed crevices in my skin as you try
so desperately to push it all back in.

As I lay broken and dying,
I feel you hand touch my blood stained shirt.

I feel your palm echoing the staggering
rise and fall of my trembling chest.

In that moment,
I feel only you.

I feel us.

I feel warmth.

I feel love.

I feel what could have been.

I feel a peace that my last moment was with you, held in your warm embrace as I grow ever colder.

~ L

[created 5/3/2023]