The thing about winter
is that it's always losing
coherence
A voice from here
a drop from there
suggesting contact
but never unified
Winter breaks and cracks
many faces come out
all different and beautiful
like snowflakes
but also momentary
and intricately forgettable
When summer comes
we simply become too cold
to be mended back
without our seams
displayed in surrender
The thing about winter
is that it's always
making us lose
coherence.
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Mabye if I Fall Asleep I Won't Breathe Right
PoetryRelying on possibility, slumber, and the unknown sweet demise of death. This book is a collection of poems that are unrelated but as a whole struggle to portray the meaning of the title. Through my distorted vision, a lot of things might seem disjoi...
