Cold. [Jumin Han]

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Eyes; monochrome pools of early night rendered black
Mouth; the void where secret words clammed and never emerge
Mind; where obsessions still - evergreen perpetrators.

Colours - vibrant and vivacious

Sore.

They claw at me, praying, prying for escape
Chains suffocate my words -
words that bleed internally
mouthing wishes never annunciated.

Stabbing winter air
A single snowflake falls on a charcoal road

Fleeting
Divergent

Isolated

Melting on its own.

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