only finger tracing tells

Nothing at all

Here I fall asleep with secondhand images
various qualities of cold cold cold
truth at arms length frantic finger tips
ancient traps return to keep score
tactic-infected chilly souls
done with firesides and want
refusing happy hints
leading, trailing, slowing down
bringing form to shapeless blanket lumps
looking again, to be sure again, cold again
what I would miss, I do already

posted by fakeplasticstars at 3:11 AM