cave walls drip with water melting from snow
it’s reminding you why you stayed away from this cold
crawling into the corner facing graves of once burning logs
pondering why you let yourself run for so long
the water washes painted emotions you used to feel
lately it’s felt more of something dead trying to heal
organs pump at high speeds begging logic to stop
empty lists of reasons, feelings, or ways to talk
security in the stone matches the temperature of your soul
wondering where your spot is, if there is one to go home to
stone walls begin to crack, water seeping like your mind
your cheeks drip with the walls, your head comes alive
