November 9, 2016
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In the winter

her eyes shift
green to gray

blurs her vision
like frost on her car window.
her brain
froths over
her cappuccino struggles
to keep her warm.


Four blankets fail while
she sleeps, walks,
dreams of sleep,
waking to summer,
gray to green.

The sky darkens
the wind
stings her skin
once she opens the door
to the dead world.

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