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Shades of Ice

Fractured and refracted

Knives on sun-desperate skin

Shaking, pounding

Shivers in the earth

Slivers from the sky

Bury sound

Bury life

Bury me

Trapped in a hollowed tree

Gasping in an unintentioned tomb

Clawing through the frost

My skin turning to shades of ice

Broken voice

Silent screams

No one around—

Doesn’t matter—

As I become one with the snow


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