glass, skin, harrowing, fingers, burden, shattered, swells, dragging, told, crunch, growth, pillar
rain pelts us from above, splinters of glass
falling from grey skies
burrowing into our skins,
harrowing up our souls,
using icy fingers to blind our eyes
the Snow Queen's burden
we wrap about our hunched shoulders and shattered bones
swells of loneliness are the frigid sea spray.
a tidal wave of chilled memories
crashes into the rocky beaches of the unconscious, dragging recognition out into the current.
when the sailors' tales are all told
and the quiet settles over us, the crunch of memory
will cling to our vessel as the barnacled growth beneath,
we look back, a pillar of salt each.
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