Frozen

by Mali Warshofsky

Drape me winter

In your icy arms

Breathe into my sinew

Your vapor, biting cold

Chill within me

Fear, anguish

Grief, and

Freeze

The illusion of contentment

The delusion; simplicity

Cover me with icy pellets

Hide the oozing wounds,

With northern blast

Cool the torment

That still lingers

And the terror

That plagues my dreams

Keep me in your frigid hold

Numbness my desire

And only when the scabs

Have fallen,

Melt me

With your warming sun

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