When the blizzard came raking it’s
fingernails across the windows
and compacting the world into a
microcosm of prisimic crystal caves;
the heater, rust water seeping with a
wheezing sigh – bled out.
You swiped it’s
pipes with your crooked finger to clear
any obstructions and chest pump
compressed it back to life. I don’t
think it appreciated it.
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