first version, written august 2024.
flight like a reset
chasing after the sun
(s)he's sick of waiting for the train's headlights brighter than rays of sun
finally
daybreak to awaken and to put to sleep
in the ache i feel it
every blister and cramp into firmness
to be held and kissed or bitten
in the ache i feel it
in the numbness it becomes i feel it still
the sway of each car a rhythmic lullaby
the same walk home every late night or early morning
it's in the needing to die
it's in the having to live
the cold calls me to sleep, to dream
feet first and i can't stay long
april frostbite, going numb
and in the ache i feel it
