Waiting

I wait –

In this solitary icy cavern of black.

A box of matches for warmth.

Burning them sparingly I wonder and pray –

Can they last out this disgusting winter?

Seconds tick slowly –

each one sawing

deeper and further

into the brain.

I wait

.

.

.

wait to feel the warmth again.

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