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Spring isnít Coming

Itís been a long winter   †
She whispers softly † † † †
She looks as though she hasnít left that seat in months † † † †  
Her hand is clutching a nearly empty bottle † † † †
As though it is the only thing grounding her here † † † †
Her leg is bouncing uncontrollably † † † †  
As if her body is reminding her she can move  
The winters here are long † † † †
And cold † † † †
And harsh † † † †
They take and they take and they take † † † †
And they feel as though they will never end † † † †
The snow keeps falling † † † †
The wind keeps blowing † † † †  
The sun keeps hiding † † † †
And she has been hibernating † † † †  
Wrapped up in sweaters and blankets † † † †
Stockpiling bottles to warm her insides † † † †
Barricading herself inside the house, † † † †
Hiding from the storm † † † †  
† † † †  
Its been a long winter † † † †
A little louder this time † † † †
Her voice is brittle † † †
She raises her head † † † †  
Takes a sip of the liquid fire clutched in her hand † † † †
If you look close enough you can see the tremors † † † †
Her skin is pale, sickly almost † † † †
Dark circles make her eyes appear sunken † † † †
Her empty hand grips her still bouncing knee as though she has to physically stop it † † † †
As though the action is involuntary † † † †
As though it is not a part of her body † † † †
The winters here are long † † † †
They are brutal and painful † † † †
They are debilitating † † † †  
And she is waiting, hopelessly, for this one to end † † † †  
For spring to be born † † † †  
So that she may have a few short months of reprieve † † † †  
Before it comes again † † † †
† † † †  
Itís been too fucking long of a winter † † † †
Sheís yelling, crying, screaming † † †
Her voice echoing back at her † † † †  
The bottle is empty now as she shatters it against the wall † † † †
Broken glass litters the floor † † † †
She has left her seat † † † †
And now she shakes, swaying, in the middle of the room † † † †
Her chest heaves as she catches her breath † † † †
The curtains are drawn shut, the house is a cave
Silent, empty, dark † † †
And cold † † †
So fucking cold † † †
The winters here are long † † † †
They are ruthless and cruel † † † †
She grabs another bottle and settles back into her chair † † † †
And pretends spring will come on its own
lookingformngick
Written by lookingformngick (Taitum)
Published | Edited 9th May 2022
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