#122 (winter sun, my rare acquaintance)


devouring daylight

burning hours

like the sun hydrogen

your wooden face

covered with frost flowers

enigmatic enzymes

breaking down overtime

naps on moth-eaten sofas

reclaiming the quiet with a bang

nostrils flaring spewing snot

essential oils

my blood tinted green

discouloured veins sparkling

winter sun, my rare acquaintance

my feelings floating

pickled in my frozen smile

26th January 2017

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