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almost made me wish
he wasn’t gone.
his hands had the capability to
make me feel like a fairy tale
woven by the threads of sheep-skin
paper and ink,
but they also ripped and tore with ease,
shredding my skin and breaking me
until I couldn't say no.
and you hold your breath,
as though freshly fallen snow
will melt at the slightest
but he can’t come back to haunt me.
not anymore. and the flames
lick their way to the sky,
and they do melt the winter’s frozen tears.
memories are now the only thing
that separate us.