Ice To Eyes To Ice
Bare ...
She stood blinking
Arms out like a crooked crucifix
Dangling fingers, as if waiting for a ring
Frozen flakes fell fat, and fatter ...
From what was once scorched azure breath
You'd think an eyelash could carry such burden
Yet one Chantilly crystal proved dire
Lid clamped and sealed with surety
Fast-melting snow, a-mix with tear and trickling
No sooner had it reached her lip
Than a gasp of sacred hopes, unspoken
Scattered it to the bitter wind
Turning it back to ice
And a prayer ...
Murdered.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2019
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