[ napkin ]
the frozen fingertips of winter,
the sharpness of frost
& the whiteness of snow.
the frozen fingertips of winter,
the cold breath
& the chattering of teeth.
the frozen fingertips of winter,
the sunken eyes
& bad lies.
the frozen fingertips of winter,
the coldness of my heart
& and the everlasting ache
in my fingertips
you were winter.
- beth
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