Felt the iron cloth

Rubbed the fiber




Frost is coming

We are freezing

No longer feeling


Dropped into a black room

No breath that eyes can see

Open spaces and unrecognizable faces

Lack of feeling

There is no air or wind

I can't see the walls


Snapping branches

The bedsheets

And warm and caressing lavender

Seeped into my pillow

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