Cold morning air
tugging at the rims of my eyes
as I look up into the empty streets.
Cold is encircling me,
my body feels twisted,
turned inside out,
like travelling to another reality.
Oh, how I wish
my brain was nestled
against the crook of your neck,
containing the endless throbbing,
so I can let my eyelids drop
without fear.
But the crystals of air
are cutting into my skin
as I ascend
to spend another day in dullness.
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