Sick

I am sick of the grey

of the white

of the bland seven feet of snow

of the slush

and the ice

the wind

I haven’t seen the sun in four days

I don’t remember what grass looks like

what warmth feels like

shivering is constant

sore bones

runny noses go marathons

numb fingers

impossible to thaw

because I’m stuck in a freezer

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