night driving

don’t love me back
i’m asking because i need this.
my heart is a crackling birch
and you, our breath in winter.
we were born on a cold, lifeless day
becoming not quite terrible
you, our breath in winter
and me
burning brightly
the birch gives warmth to all.
(let me do all the night driving)

M.

Poetry

Mandy Joy Poole View All →

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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