This winter

i have lived a thousands lives,
yet this winter is like a moth.
it has eaten me up,
from my toenail to my collarbone.
now i am naked. skin in pieces.
this winter, shallow waters of broken promise.
this winter, a conch doused in anaemic water.
i am no human today.
i weep like my ceilings.
wrapped up in my own silent time.

Who would pick me up?
like moon conjuctured upon my laps,
drawing seismic patterns.
its all about this winters.
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P.s I may be taking an off from here. You all still can find me on Instagram by the same name.