reakirante, parto kvin

the house has been feeling so cold recently
I don’t know if it’s because of your touch
your hand rests on the table beside mine
freezing the already chilled surface

maybe it’s the summer storms
the thunder always rolls in at evening
maybe a god is angry that we won’t stay apart
maybe he’s angry at your existence

sometimes I wonder how you ended up in my household
sprawled across my doorstep with blood in your eyes
and a paper crumpled and half stained in your bruised fist
a clear sign that you had to fight to live

where did you come from, demon?
who decided that your services were displeasing?
I have a bone to pick with your boss
if you can ignite my stone cold heart
you can warm any limp green bean of a human

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