This is winter in Kingston and this
Is how we talk. Through blood
as wallpaper scattered
Across the ceilings, numb
To the ache of each other’s hearts.
Empty words and swollen actions,
With bright smiles and clenched teeth
Because this is winter in Kingston
And this is how we talk. With screams
And tornadoes of objects and GTA
As a peanut gallery
With missing teeth and a knife
Through the hand because this
Is winter in Kingston and this
Is how we talk. With velvet sweet lies
And promises of sobriety
With covering our tracks so DHS won’t know
With panting breaths and tears as lost as our hope
This is how we talk because it is winter in Kingston.
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