I've become the stale taste in this weather, and it's spreading like cancer
It's cold and I'm bitter watching streams of crumpled leaves and crumpled letters of my crumpled dreams wash the tops of my feet
You were the tree in the clearing
Tall and arching and proud
While seemingly so sturdy, your roots were hollowed out
And I circled through the mess at your roots before beginning my ascent
Holding on to false hopes that I'd find a sign of life at your top.
I've become the stale taste in this weather
I've lost comfort in leaving my ear to the sleet covered ground
My knees are ready to give
Your limbs twitch to choking winds that pull back my hair
And I continue to pull back my hair over thoughts of defeat
Thoughts recalled while I struggle to keep my grip
And your lucid peaks are blinding with spectrums through prisms and diamonds
"How can you chew the skin from your nails?" I've repeatedly asked wiping away at sap and bark.
Bare branches snap under my feet as the pressure snaps underneath my chest
When it snows, do bent branches point home?
They weren't able to carry heart.
The descent was beautiful, almost weightless in freefall
Eyes shut with teeth and fists clenched
to join the mess surrounding your roots
Just another mass shivering left only black or white
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