I do not miss you.
Barren land,
Brittle air breaks at breath
Dark dawn, frozen dew.
You give birth to February - the vague child.
You are the finality in conception.
Post-natal depression coats humankind
in syrupy abandon.
Enough winter to freeze bones.
We're caged within nothing prisons.
Hard-faced weather pounds.
Your heartless grip threatens to tear
through laughter, friendly facades.
In your funeral robes you stand
Facing us as a doom merchant
A death dealer,
An abyss where your heart should be.
You clasp our faces
Drag us through spaces
Where nothing exists
Begins or ends.
Where nothing really is
something unexplainable.
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