on ice

an iced pond

where

perhaps

i do not yet belong

i cannot tread light

and

have forgotten how to swim

where

snowflakes

flaunt a silvery beacon

i beckon softly

currents sluice beneath

and

time ticks

where blood

beats red and salty

i beckon to

you

but

am frozen

here

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