Thursday, January 5, 2012

Frigid Bitch

Winter’s sun drops early.
Hard candy clouds carry a dying twilight as the sky’s gray deepens. Shadows bleed away against the night. A black, cold season waits for me.
I stood today on January’s frozen ground, amazed that warmth could disappear. The darkness is like hunger.

I watched a bundled-up runner walk to the bottom of a hill today, then sprint upward. Could I make it to the top at a sprint? I did. I died a little bit. My ass hurts.

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