Purify

This morning I woke
Cradled under layers of
Antiseptic snow
I wish that I had stayed
Pure and packed in ice today
Melting hurts too much
Best to light me up
Cleansing fast by fire instead
The ashes for my bed

-a.r.

fire and snow

~ by April on November 14, 2014.

Posted in Family, Identity, Marriage, Poetry
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One Response to “Purify”

  1. This cycle of elements runs the gamut of personality in an exceptional exposé of transference. Nice.

    Mike said this on November 16, 2014 at 5:37 am | Reply

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