Who Needs To Be Revived

It is spring that revives,
even as the world begins
to claw its way out
from under the suffocating blanket
of so many things better left unsaid
why in fact don’t we all just stay
in the cold in the numb
a little longer
and maybe that will let us
go to sleep for good.
Who needs to be revived, anyway?

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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