a fig in winter
a fig in winter
the night after you shatter me
you send me videos about stoicism
like that means a goddamn thing
but you want to help
i’m afraid to move
if i get up i might disturb the memories
might shake up the dust and find it settles
into shapes i no longer recognise
might dislodge the texture of the walls
where you pressed me, where i died
might lose the temperature from the pillows
the sweat of the duvet twisted into knots
by your hand, i am freezing
and you send me the words of dead men
fuck you
they tell me to thaw and surrender
but i am your winter
holocene
holocene
all his exes are crazy
not him
upon waking i stretch
crack the base of my spine
my fluids run thin, deplete
their vitality between bones
he sleeps with his nose
squashed into a pillow
what an ugly thing, i think
to be so sure of sanity
the sun doesn’t visit us here
in this flat, gone noon
the austere, saxe filter
of the day already dying
we are a moment
a lungful of our lives
upon waking i stretch
my mind over the length
of my limits, i’m an ugly thing
for losing myself in another
arise, mad sisters
we are the last
photo by Haojie Xu
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