Deep Freeze


Eyes pressed on distant brush

Rivulets in creases of skin

Salted tongue tired sentry

Tumultuous hills rise and fall

 

Harsh air drawn into cool lungs

Matches only thing wet

Panick’d dispassionate thoughts

Circle high

 

Solemn dance hidden grin

Feint, dagger, feint, forfeit

Orbs whirl’d in place

Skip out to an imagin’d space

 

Delicate pain inescapable

I see your teeth, but forget

I’ve sharpened mine

Enough?

Thoughts?

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