Dear Winter,

Once I heard my heart beat in the crinkly-muffled silence of your long snow tunnel
the damp fog of my exhalation barely visible in the blue black of your depths
You pressed on my shoulders and I imagined the cloud of sobs condense and freeze
imperceptibly shrinking the space I had left to breathe

I'm still here...

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