January

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tw: sh reference



my body prepares itself for

the dead of winter creeping over the hills,

bracing itself for the bite of razor sleet,

chills slithering around my wrist's circumference,

gliding against my shivering flesh.

whispers of the wind murmur their sharp-edged secrets

a hair's breadth from the tips of my numbing ears.

my heart's rhythm stutters and my eyes' ponds begin to freeze,

but it's not fair that as i begin to realize

i am just a few steps away from everlasting hibernation,

i still can't get to sleep.

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