I wear
her face
my face
when winter comes
and allow the frost
to obscure
the emptiness
manifesting inside.
withered snowflakes
still fall onto
her tongue
my tongue
but
her bones
my bones
don't feel the cold
anymore.
even the
mirror on the wall
splinters
and cracks
each time
her eyes
my eyes
graze the surface.
shards of ice
and glimmering glass
cover
her hands
my hands
when winter leaves.
and it always does.
eventually.
I wear her face
and she wears mine
but this body
always stays
the same.
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unfortunately, wattpad doesn't allow you to strikethrough text, so i've used the underline feature instead. i hope this poem still makes sense.
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