Bare Branches

We live like ghosts —faint, unattached to our heartbeats, as they throb so deep, then deeper yet. Each rib separated—our pulse faded with the pale moon looking at each thought we left on a bird’s wing too soon with our bare branches showing. The cold crisp settling along our veins, freezing within and agony muffled against the turn of winter leaving autumn far behind.

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