The serenity of a snapshot memory
anchors polished stones for thrills
that keep me still in the confinement
of my brokenness.
With her looks that chill my bones,
I’m dead inside,
burying a white lie among the fields planted
in honor of her father.
I am shivering, sleeping under my bed
with the windows open,
hiding from an hourglass figure
who stalks fear along a frozen lake.
I’ll see her again in the city we reside.
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