Its like we've gone back
The sand grains of time,
Moving back up through my fingers
Always slipping away, this time
Back into the hourglass
Its like theres snow on the ground again
Wintery powder, cold and harsh
Like the shiny blade
Always kissing my skin
Underneath it,
Sadness
Everlasting
So many shed tears
Its like its February again
Not a thing has changed
Recovery
Not at all
I make no progress
The blade calls
I answer
Ana speaks
I listen
I am repulsive
Just as before
February girl again.
