minor key

i was fed through my eyes and wept through my mouth
winter can never be kind to me the way i want it to
so i keep it in my walls, winter
i keep it there all year round
and i never really leave just leave
my keys in the door in case i should forgive myself again, soon
salt stale wounds and wipe bloodless tears and hope it holds

~

 

{art by Alex Gardner / alexgparadise.com}

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