The salt watered freezer kissed my lips
this December and the April before last.

an ice storm .

It learned a tango with branches-
the partner in its breeze.

Crystals danced their way into my skin,
slicing and tearing out cold pools of blood.

while tears of wind ran warm down pale hills
turning and splashing to the ground.

Bruised by the harsh thrashes of coal-
my knees buckle and turn in.

Once more coal strikes me black and down
without a memory do I trace.

feeble position,
knees to my chest, I drift numb-

till the ice storms and
salt water dries up for another day
 
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