napowrimo day 27: taste

Snowflakes in April,
cut like glass,
and set me back,
like sweet little,
blades of grass,
dried out,
forced back into,
hibernation.
I’m tired of sleeping.
I’ve dreamed,
every dream.
It’s time to feed.

-Melissa Nielsen

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