Winter Afternoon

It slices; like a sharp razor

On a smooth, pale wrist.

It gashes; making the wound

Bleed nostalgia. Teardrops ooze

And clot, as bitter winds

Smart the cracked cheeks.

The world shirks away

Unfeeling, in its grey stillness.

Even loneliness deserts you

On a cold winter afternoon. 

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