as it grows in my belly
the want for what could've been
falls softly on the winter lawn
it's all frozen in moments
moments as many as the snowflies
that dance outside this February window
their intricate one-of-a-kind wings
flutter and fail, porcelain pale
as the corpses piled up
in regret and such
the midnight moons that dripped
into burning morning hues
and all the versions of you
but oh how tattered the mirror grew
how the reflection cracked
the ice underfoot on this February pavement
where the snowflies stick and melt and die
with all the hopes spent in fear
all the words spoke in fear
a life probably lived that way too
as it grows in my belly
this want that steals my sleep
watching the frantic life and death
of snowflies in the street light
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