Whispers in a Blizzard

 silver scabs and open claws. tunnels in time wear their stories like melting ice.

the taste of shame perpetuates the cost. we negotiate the debt with trembling skin.

the end of the world arrives. a beautiful confession full of ugly autumns.

time simmers. a corner too far from where we began. 

dense with splintered fairy tales and spoiled picnic baskets.

the light wears our faces in tepid confessions. the lure of words we almost said.

we tease the axis. as it tilts against the storm. 

bargaining with the wind for one more moment upon its graces. 

gravity swells. 

tumbling through us. 

a peculiar avalanche.

obliterating only what was already missing.