another one about dying

the chill air
swirling lethargically
through the living room
biting at my nose
coalescing around my hands
as i shakily ponder
another useless string of words

it isn’t the incessant pain
that kills you
i remarked, grinning ruefully
it is the goddamned living
the seemingly bottomles font
we sip from uncaring
until we eventually drain it dry

i sit alone
cold, chattering to myself
unsteady in my infinite sorrow
an ice floe
losing itself
in the warm currents
of sundered tomorrows

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