a list of things hell is

les autres
loiterers
malingerers
meandering
philandering
windmills,
tilling at
teleology
toiletries
tinctures
necessity
necrosis
meiosis
money
women
men
me

Winter

I hurt too much like soil erodes
when rivers desperately run by

and should I sense a bitter wind
I'll bend beneath it's breath.

But if I find you lost, my friend,
and should your heart ache,

I will be relentless love
until my body breaks.