Feeding Time
Feeding off this every little bite
I restlessly remember what I see inside the mirror-
Inward me
Frantic spirit bursting into flame
amongst the snow
I remember days when life was only water.
Vines are rampant in this tiny space of mine.
Scarecrows in the field where crops are growing
ripe for something
Almost gone
Inside my vortex blind of mettled reason
in the snow.
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