In the cold, you thrive.
Graphite conceals your sinews,
Inured to bitter.
Glacial, piercing gaze,
Betray your hardened feeling,
Irreversible.
Shrouded cowardice,
Perception and perspective,
Shelter long-spun lies.
Trapped in your own threads,
What once was necessary,
That’s the saddest part.
In the cold, you thrive.
Iced shelf replaces sinew,
Can no longer thaw.
