3rd floor liminality

It’s cold today
What a boring
Thing to say

They think

As they say it

It could be colder
Somehow today
The cold is
In their bones
Still lately they’re not
So sad as they were

Just pensive
Busying themself
The best they can

Pain lurks
They have plans

Writing stories
Creative hands

They wonder about
New things
& for the first
Time in a long
Time they can
Set themself to

Sickness sickness
It won’t go
But they won’t either
& as they come to
Love themself more
They come to understand

The winds
Blow strength
& fear into them
In their
3rd floor

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

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