crushed skull
under the weight
the percussion of Suffocation
sifting though my pain
searing serpent
waits to devour
cower in frustration
immobility reigns like a
Norse tyrant
pinned to my velvet bed
I howl and whine
more piteous animal than human
Winter is a pall
like an annual death
but this weakness
with me always
is a slight damnation
it and I limp off
the beggar kings
trailing their one crutch
though snows amassing
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