Dampness
It's so windy, chilling her..
seems she never gets warm.
she looks out the window
and her breath fogs the glass.
Trees, long bony arms,
sticking out of the ground,
hard, bare, ugly.
wind whips at every crevice,
whining at every corner.
she watches high thin clouds
run against the sky, the moon slipping in and out..
grass once so green, brown, dead.
Darkness arrives so early,
she wraps up in a blanket,
to shut out the cold, but inside she shakes..
no birds sing, just dull gray sky.
everywhere, cold, damp, dead..
she searches for warmth, birds and blue skies...
She longs for spring...
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Round and Round
round and round we go where we get off...nobody knows.
down, down, down, spiraling downward
swirling in a whirlwind.
up and down, round and round.
emotions on a roller coaster
vultures diving in and out, picking away at the decay that is my life.
rotten stinking flesh, peeling away from the bones
flesh that peels so easily, she lays back and moans
memories are like maggots, rummaging through my brain.
eating me alive..
a never ending cycle of pain..
roaches scurrying over bare meat, looking for the bite
a nibble, here, there, never seeming to get full..
somewhere a voice cries for help,
but no one listens.
can't seem to kill the maggots, or stop the roaches
can't seem to care...
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