#105 (the sound of cold)

photo credit: Matthias Geh



took the last flowers

a blanket of dead leaves

covered with early frost

dead sparrows forming

a bizarre signpost

pointing behind the blue

where we finished

our drink in quiet

before your hand reached

for my throat


on broken promises

I spat out all hope

right into your dark eye

crippling kindness

as we danced along

ready for the kill

in the face of dawn

no crickets left

the sound of cold

felt hungry

*5th January 2017


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