The steam of ragged breathing under flickering halogen lights. Exposed arms gilded with the vascularity of scars. Cracked and gritted teeth, and a mouthful of blood. Soldiers of mold and organs patrolling the cobblestoned streets outside. Quiet continuation of training and study, by the wan light of waxiness. Haiku by Bashō. The insights of Blyth. Watts by mirth. The analysis of Horney. I pull a collection of shirts around me for warmth. Clothing of old lovers, with scent nearly vanished. Kept warm enough through the night by memories and gratitude.

5:24 p.m. - 2019-12-18