january’s thin veil

It is January my love

The cold of the floor pulls my old bones down

Into the darkness

Where love no longer exists for me


Am lady Rimbaud, remember?

My season in hell began like any other January day

Waking to a world where love no longer is the driving force

Deciding the floor tells more truth

Than any mans arms it is January my love

Yours remain the only arms I ever trusted.

The veil is thin tonight and the monsters howl for my soul

So hold me baby hold me

I’ll be there so soon

I feel your fingerprints rough against my cords

And I ache


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