Spoils of winter

[The second]

Spoils of winter

Look at you little devil
Nose pressed hard against
The pane of a window
Feeling a spring
Black and a vagrant
Can you feel the wind blow?
With eyes that see nothing
Legs that crawl stealing
Perched in my bathroom
Like some kind of guardian
Without any base
Without any ceiling
But all you want
Warmth and protection
Webs of seclusion
Point the wrong way
To your finale selection
I’ll feed so you’ll stay
Yet wander so freely
As if you owe nothing
Nothing to pay
Until you are found
Hanging around
You’re lucky I’m older
So, so much bolder
So less afraid
So less unbound
I could be lost
Behind curtains of plastic and silk
Spanked and then suckle
Scolded then weened
Off my mother’s warm milk
While the tub water flows
Condensation on the mirrors
Can’t hide the cold hard lines
Like the frost on the windows
The story tells nothing
Until finished last said
I know in real life I’m ignored
Of all that I gave
All that I’ve bled
I know in real life
Ultimately, eventually, eternally
No matter how hard
I’ll soon end up dead

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The second

[UtzoztU]

Well dead is never what it was before, a poet might conjecture. Thanks for sharing, it was really cool how it spread out in its dimensions!