Dry Lips Ghost Breath

Dry Lips Ghost Breath

quiet 
fucking cold I’m worried 
terrified that my winter 
might be infinite 
I miss sunburn
and fireworks  
windchill like a padlock 
ice adds to the curtain   
I need anything warm
frozen fangs bite my head
coping is what happens 
when a dog turns wolf 

Nickel Dime Riptide

Inferno