the smell of snow
sharp and bright
like the world holding its breath
just before it turns new
Posted in response to the challenge Snow.
snow
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the princess
the princess wore her crown
but it felt heavy like iron pressing on her chest
she was told she was beautiful every day
but the words passed through her like wind over glass
she smiled for others -
anhedonia
they speak of love as if it is a language written into the marrow of existence
a sacred inevitability stitched into breath and bone
you will feel it one day they promise -
insubstantial
a filament of silver breath stretches beneath my feet
thin as a whispered promise and just as easy to lose
keep going you must not look down
but what if down is the only truth and up is the illusion i cling to
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