winter

I'm starving

in a sleep

when my eyes

are closed

my bones

try to pierce

skin on my:

shoulders

elbows

chin

something moves

within

your face

I think

you are

smiling

I try to mirror

that movement

but it feels

like traversing

through

the arctic cold

without the map

I surrender

I'm starving

and I'm so cold

with eyes

filled with

black water

with hands

hidden in

pockets

you let me

climb on you

and hide

under your

breath

winter.

winter is coming.

air bubbles

between my bones and skin

there is everything that

keeps us apart

if you would take

a little needle

and blow some air in there

- it could remove it

- it could kill me

between my bones and skin

are all the words

we never say

it's almost like a religion

this silence of ours

go on

give me some air