Complications in Time

Winter hull where memories are dull
Frost bitten
Frozen white powder
Bursting with a knock of the wind chime
Chilled breath crawling down my neck,
“It is time.”
Now I know,
Looking ahead revolves like a door
At any given moment,
I might be turning back.

Published by Anna Buck

"everything was beautiful and nothing hurt."

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