FUCK

IVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT
CHILDHOOD WITH MY ROOMMATE
ALL EVENING
I TOLD HER ABOUT FROSTBITE
AND OLD PEOPLE
DYING BECAUSE IT
WAS TOO COLD TO
RETRIEVE THEIR KEYS
AND SHE TOLD ME
ABOUT A WINTER WHERE
THERE WAS TREES
THAT GREW STONE FRUIT
CITRUS
EVERYWHERE
AND FLOWERES ON EVERY BLOCK
ALL I HAD TO TALK ABOUT WAS
WINTER
WITH PAIN
AND ABSURD DEATH
AND I BECAME SELF CONSCIENCE
OF THE DEATH AROUND ME AS A CHILD
AND HER PARADISE FURTHER
MADE A POINT OF HOW
THE COLD WINTER
STEALS YOU SPIRITS
AND MAKES
A SORT OF
SURVIVOR OF YOU
AND WHAT THAT MUST DO
TO YOUR
MENTAL CONDITION