Posted in something special by maggie on 2011/03/01

When my fury subsides somewhere north
far enough to let the life in your breath
rest as subtle as you know how up against
how icy my skin's known to collect itself,
I melt, inside out. Watch out for flooding.

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  1. maggie said, on 2011/03/02 at 13:17

    It does scare me, leaving my winter behind.
    How will I know where to find my lines,
    my whites, my breath outside my mouth?
    Can’t I maybe move to wherever it’s gone,
    that home I know inside, somewhere south?

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