by eloisehendy

winter was warmer, this year
than it had been
the year before

or the year
before
that.

how strange
that
those months of frost
that
never arrived
in puddles and paving
slabs
reached an icicle grip
around my entrails

my heart is on ice
while outside
a light breeze
plays mild

this year
i am freezing
while Rome burns.

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