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Winter’s End by Jadelyn Villa

I know you ache


I know every morning you have your sunrise accompanied by melancholy, keeping

the frosted blinds splintered for the weeping monstera who only wishes the crack of the light would reach you too


And a fleet of tears run dry, and they’ll march onto your bedside table from the top bunk

as you bow your head in shame for the shivering ivy


And headaches crawl into your frozen, vacant lot when all you want is a myriad of

summers cruising by in drones of warm laughter instead


Maybe that would keep the empty spaces full for longer before being blown away

and clouded in a blizzard of desolation


But you know it wouldn’t matter anyway, because March always feels like this


An unending feeling, one bordering on mania and paralysis


An undeserving one, too afraid to untwist the shades in fear that the flowers may never


bloom again But the coming season’s rebirth never comes without the pain of taking your first breath of life again

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