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iv

Temperature below freezing-- feels warm in comparison to the chill inside me

Inhaling poisons-- trying to warm the freezing veins

Blood slows, blood flow nearly nonexistent

She is gone-- a strange figure remains in her place

It dances to music I have never heard but says nothing

Fags glow a dull red, one after another-- I lost my mind somewhere in a pile of leaves.

Sitting against a dead tree, my tombstone erected from roots and soil

Sky is moonless-- can almost feel the disease pumping through me in the absence of distractions-- infectious; disgusting

Writing by the light of a black lighter-- sparks fly onto my bare skin

Drifting to sleep in clumps of brown grass and cigarette butts

Should be home-- where is that?

Nomadic ghosts surround me-- tell me my time is running out

Train engines sound inviting

Watching frost form, leaves change-- detach

Where is home; where am i?

I think I might miss her

Drifting

Sleeping forever in a fox's den in winter

Sleeping forever in this hole I've buried myself in