as though corpses speak wisdom

and my fingers freeze stiff, 
ears numb and unfeeling, 
i skid across ice
with no way of stopping

like this is penance, 
pay up, 
cough out diamonds until your throat is sore
peel coins out from your cracked palms

push money past your crackling lips
that creak as they open

like wooden floorboards
under too much pressure 

they can smell your fear
taste it thick and heavy on the breeze

like when my mouth opens in the winter
and blood trickles onto my tongue
pungent and metallic

i am not a whole human being
just pieces patched together in the dark
and sometimes my lungs don't quite inhale. 

The End

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