winter howls at my door

winter howls at my door

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Soft skittering, scratching,

tapping along tired panes

as Arctic drawn airs

go long by

dragging along skin before

settling in, marrow deep.

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winter howls at my door

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Metamorphosis inverse,

regress & recess —

sunk cost fallacy in reverse,

sunk into a mattress

— heavy is as heavy does.

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winter howls at my door

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The longest night,

the shortest sight

lashes heavy with the dark

with illusory, never ending

end.

.

my bones ache with the weight

of a snow heaving, starry sky as

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winter howls at my door

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Thank you for visiting. Please, be kind to yourself.

If you would like some insight or some advice on resources, feel free to check out this piece I wrote ‘Killing the False Self.’ No affilliate links, only information.

A tip is never expected, but always appreciated. May today be good and tomorrow better.

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Other works by me of similar topic.

Falling Apart in the Great Outdoors: disability, art, coping, and generational trauma — essay

crescendo, diminuendo, poco a poco — poetry

coming of the slow freeze — poetry