Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

Snow drifts flying
raising themselves to the head
to be blown into
a different castle
Scathing moments
coaxing neurons to individual
holding onto another death
as if that’s what matters
Talking leaves the room
goes to find Envy
and another uniqueness
And the sound in the skull
endless repetition
goes on burying
the one and only grave



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J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas