I am made of the night.
Shadows playing in the hollow space
below stars dancing in dead eyes.

I am made of winters biting edge.
Bitter and fragile to the touch.
Ice clinging to fingertips.
Dangerous and frightening.

I am made of words.
Snaking around thoughts.
Twisting meanings to a dark heart’s desire.

I am made of hope.
Burdened on broken backs.
Placed in cracked and trembling hands.

Why do you still stay?

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