This room, fill the spaces
    a strewn heart paints the walls
hiding in secret places
    the shadowy end of sentences

where people meet
    dreams colliding
I feel the cold in my feet
    this dance is an alluring frostbite.

Under covers trying to keep warm
    brittle bones of clock hands stiffen
if we’re running out of time, we’ll just make more
    for within words we are immortal.


collab with anon as regular, myself italic.