Kissless Winds

With the taste of steel blood on her tongue
She wages the signs and sins of death and departure
Overturned mental buildings
And thoughts made into skyscrapers
Hidden agendas and plain sighted capers
Deliciously marked incisions
On her chest to touch what is beneath
Bitter cold whisking her back
Scratching at her cheeks
It gets colder
Praying for sun shine
Praying for rain
Praying for better days
Full of pleasure no pain
Why can't she just bundle up
Strong gust playing tricks on her mind
Braving the cold
Only to miss time
Again and again
A phantom wind seems inevitable
Oh the agony
Why her sorrow
She'll go inside
Hide behind locked doors
Only to try again tomorrow.

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