it's still cold,
like needles to the skin.
Stirring my bones into the basin of dry ice.
Joints beneath a layer of thick snow,
Moving slow.Sluggish, syrupy breaths,
Gulping for air under my gut.
A salted wound on open skin,
Lightly seasoned.A skating rink.
A sliding blade beneath each pair of feet.
A second chance.Itching raw red cheeks,
Rubbing the dandruff from my hair.Rinsing my lashes,
ridding of each snowflake.I like this thin ice I ride upon.
-Vivi
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