glass glow
ashes drop
orange glow
surround the cancer
open your mouth inhale
exhale the smoke
dreaming of a winter tale
leave
less trees
stick branches
no leaves to light on fire
burn burn burn
frost bites emerge
cold wind upon my flushed skin
ridged crys
i whisper low
whos there
a being
no shadow
a sense
for their pain
whisper low
whisper clear
the voice dissapeared