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[Julia O.]

TORONTO IN WINTER


By Julia O.


I feel as though,
I am alone in this world,
In this cold bleak place...
that I call HOME???
My ass is numb;
I can't feel my f***ing fingers.
Chipped nail polish,
Black, like my thoughts...
I am the trees,
Bare; in the cold;
Naked, against winter's
icy touch...
Left without beauty;
A few fragments still hold on,
A mere skeleton, of who I once was;
But, as they struggle,
they shall loose their grasp,
and leave me...ALONE,
Against the bitter winds...
Breath hangs in the icy air.
White snow, stained by footprints
and cigarette butts...City winters