Fragments

⤞beast in my bones

This turmoil inside of me,
a beast within my very bones,
leaves chew marks
on my heart strings,
making my yearn
for a way to atone,
and in the bleak hush of winter,
the cold seeps into
my desperate veins,
freezing me from
the inside out,
until I'm certain I'll never
feel warmth again,
yet I've been healing my wounds
in all the old ways
in an effort to resurrect the past,
but how can I
expect to recover
by lying at the altar of
the wounds I've amassed?