2020

It is springtime, yet a ravage frost lies deep under my skin.
Affliction flickers through the streets like burning oil lamps.
But, all that melts is the silence that permeates my mind.
Unravelling stillness from my blood that soaks into my bones.
Strip me of this fabric of reality tightening round the chest.
And then open this guilded cage of ensnarement;
I am no bird, but I have waited all winter for you to hold me.