Klonopin from Cold Air by drowse

The snow outside,
the pill I take to hide from life:
the way it blankets my mind,
it’s hard to describe

With slowing heartbeat,
the way it erases what’s beneath,
the way it thaws slowly,
revealing

Muddy human shape imprinted: shame.
Musty leaves and sadness,
blame
my self-imposed detachment:
internal passion, eternal absence.

With slowing heartbeat,
erasing the self beneath.
When it thaws slowly
is that me?

I look down wistfully,
stumble around aimlessly,
nothings found in daylight,
it dims, I cover myself.

“Again, alive.”
“It snows every night.”

• Experimental
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