Winter,

you fell my walls like the whispers cutting through a funeral procession

you unfurl my arms, folded up since the dawns lit October,

you incite panic like ambulance sirens whiffing through traffic,

you send blisters shooting like fiends across my skin–shedding tissue, conspiring, bursting into tears.

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