where the south turns into weak and north
means another night alone
I wasn’t shivering until you reminded me
I wasn’t cold until you said my name out loud.
a scar, told me twice of my regret I never felt.
but that guilt, she seeped through
faster and redder than wishing for death.
it’s alright to place limes next to lemons,
lions in front of pigs.
we all know how the circle goes,
she goes ’round and around and a round
dizzy hole appears under us,
exploiting our fear and swallowing us