121212 by Sad13

written/recorded in bed 4 pm - 8:30 pm december 24 2019 lol
ghost arm - lucy stone

This is just like every December, sipping back a cold breath. Remembering you in your winter hat, scrimshaw in the quilted flaps. What a child, anointing my tenderness.

Fluid on the lung, kitty catch your tongue. I could be the one who walks home.

Doesn’t it feel good in this weather? Whittle down the bones in a temper. Prop you up with vitriol and milk in the alcohol. Playing ball with bare mitts and embers.

Fluid in the gun, aren’t you having fun? I could be the one who walks home, and walks you home.

Winter takes so long just to come here. Don’t you call me back til the next year.