psyaviah

2021-12-07 08:53 am

Winters of sleep,
a white canvas,
broken dreams,
cut sharp like shards of glass.

Day-blush,
but graceless
eyes wide opened,
anxious and helpless.

Raindrops on the glass,
hangover, reality, facts,
as the window cracks,
distant memories of what once was.

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