your hands bare skin
tucked tightly into
pockets
white and cracked along the
edges of the seam
you missed the sun when
your decision to stay
home alone and
bedridden
took you into night inside the
creases of your dreams
now stars are out to guide
the fearless eyes of your demise
in and out of
consciousness
frost paints the tips of
everything that's seen
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