a lover in the form of an absent sun

she said winter is a violent lover.

has beaten me so my hands have frozen to become jupiter's moons.

has shattered me till i only remain jagged glass.


she said winter is a brutal lover.

has turned my body into a barren wasteland.

has given my womb a vacant death.


she said winter is a selfish lover.

has killed my weeds so they can no longer pretend to be flowers.

has grazed at my skin for closeness till crimson pours out.


she said because of winter i have become

a series of frigid blows.

a forced kiss out of the fog.

one shade or another of grey and melancholy.



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