A million secrets whispered
muffled by that which is crystallized
and my mouth a swollen, sullen thing
that cannot produce any heat
nor passionate verses
when surrounded by such chill and char.
look at the frost–
how it glistens.
The whole world is melting
and I let tears stream down my face
to match the damp outdoors–
dripping off my nose and onto my lips
so I can taste the brine within me
when I part those lips to speak.
look at the sun–
how it radiates.
And I just let all these words flow out of me–
no, fall out of me–
when I opened my jaw in this heat.
I uncapped my pen
and left an inky, blobby mess on the page
with scribbled words nearly indecipherable.
look at the bounty–
how it is.
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