solitude/company

[scumbunny]

The aguish of solitude, and the desolation of company
Hollow in the soul and the eyes without breath
deeply
consequently arrogant in view
The chamber doors are closed until it's born again, anew
a stronger one, a more vibrant one

cut along the seems to reveal what has not yet been seen
the exuberance of joy is met by the reality of suffering, or endings and both
promised as surely as a foggy breath from the cold
the chilled air holds more life than stale soup oxygen
snow shrouded security in my own boot prints but no others. To carve a fresh trail in powder, wander
sifted through a securely fit veil from the smile that fades with every passerby

paper bags, ice cream cones and the beagle that just took a shit
a barricade of vibrating bodies at my doorstep and somehow, I'm still breathing once a day.