Wednesday, March 22, 2017

ICE: An Unscheduled One

Tiny snaps underfoot titillate.
Stepping gingerly. Sliding slightly.
Leveraging stability for euphoria,
Beckons venturing further afield.

The promised rush of nothingness.
No weight. No worries. No world.

Latent ice in her veins freezes,
And cracks.



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