cold

i am devouring chaos, with a winter's chill chaser. autumn's lovechild
has spared me her fingerprints, and these knowing owl eyes have me
second guessing the wild rumble of my bones. and yet, Sleep sweeps my
eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.

do you remember when you tried to invite yourself in, but bounced from
my ribcage instead?

ghost