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.
~ by April on March 6, 2015.
Posted in Body, Humanity, Identity, Nature, Poetry
Tags: ashes, burn, Fire, ice, melt, poetry, Purify, Snow
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