As the cold crunches beneath my feet,
I dreamt about the bleached floor
where, pale skin peeled together.
Trees spread everywhere, smell of pines
hit the bridge, and I still wander alone.
Splashes of snow bits, I dug my nose under
the holes.
*
Water is life, water is death
You need flames to instigate,
Liquid to soothe the blaze,
Chilling wind bites back, and I tighten
the strep of coats, stride forward
shuffle of truffles.
*
You get numb after third degree burn,
Cold snow bites harder, pale skin gets red
I rub my hands furiously, to stop the flaming
bleaks, suddenly a shadow retires
sweat drops with hums, icing flames
start to burn. I ran faster until I was out of breath,
reconcile in a wooden door, white sheet covers everything.
I forgot, it's a foolish run
fire and cold both burn.
— 20/04/2023
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