Sunday, January 24

like a blanket her skin lay
hugging bones to keep warm
to keep the demons away
to keep the winter outside
the sheets whimper in the corner
how they haven't been needed
since before last summer
because something lived in her veins now
a venom weaving through narrow tunnels
keeping her numb to the winter
and like a blanket her skin lay
hugging her bones
numb to the winter


oil and prismacolor pencil on canvas paper

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