winter solitary
venturing to feel less dead in winter solitary,
we dont let water touch our skin unless it’s necessary,
like to, for instance, quell the itch of days without a bath;
or doing dishes just to eat more shitty ramen packs
venturing to feel less dead in winter solitary,
we dont let water touch our skin unless it’s necessary,
like to, for instance, quell the itch of days without a bath;
or doing dishes just to eat more shitty ramen packs
A path thru restful seemeries,
in lampglow in those quarters cold,
a budding vine two houses twined.
Those vestments that remained adorned
did not a buffer bring to form,
nor at the sacred blinking door
allow such thought to come to fore