the howl of broken promises
a dying dream scream
endlessly imagining
all moments away
in a burn
finding myself back at base
the wind my only roar
the warm summit
flickering into fade
there is nowhere to climb
only small steps over and over
a rich chill
disturbs every slumber
my tears are the only shimmer
underneath matte moonlight
a shiver creeps deeper
rattling bone and soul
into one thing more
clumps of haze
colliding and scattering
tumbling into storms and rage
Writing With Kayla 
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