some nice guy i used to know
is pointing his gun at me

i try to reason with him
but what was once so warm and alive
is now as cold as the
heart of space

the knives always missed
but his shot does not
and
there is white light
white heat
and then
only

cold.

and now
dripping wet
shivering
she speaks a name i do not recognize
streetlights glint off eyes the color of steel
of knives

i don't remember
my past is frozen

will i ever be warm again

~owari~

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