It’s too cold today.Too cold to grindthe sleep from my eyesand rise.Outside,I see life suspendedin crystalized ice.Inside,I am swirled in a snowglobe,a tiny frozen breathcurling back to sleep.
I starved myself down to the marrow in the narrow hope that my demons would find these bones to skinny to lick clean. Oh, but these monsters found rooms in my ribs and homes in my heart to languish fed fat on despair.
My god lives here in the darkness, in the snow, in buckets of sap, the soul of the trees, flowing by the freeze and thaw of howling night and gentle day, like me, learning to flow with ice in my lungs and hot sugar crystals glazing my wind-ravaged cheeks. On split lips, I taste something elemental. Pine needles, cold. The sweat of the mountain. The proximity to the fire and boil that […]