Day Seven – Seasons

in winter, my body slowly dies. i stop getting chills and start getting older.

i’m the ice queen sending anger your way.

in spring, i grow back my veins, and want it to rain every day.

i’m the one staying inside even on good days, missing the vitamin d.

in summer i wear all the coats and jackets i can, i’m defective.

i’m a defective unit, unable to be warm or cold.

in fall, i love it.

the one time i can go outside in room temperature.


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