#tbt

Cold and bitter,
lashing away,
making flesh raw.

Colors change
as life departs
on a one-way trip.

Dark and dreary,
a blanket of night,
making eyes blind.

Wounds won’t heal
as deep as bone,
all alone.

© Autumn Siders 2009

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