Wrap myself

in artificial arms

to ward off the intruding cold

cotton fingers to limp

to hold me

So I wonder

rest in a river bed

deserted for a more convenient path

it offers me nothing

but smooth well rounded company

I feel like Ground

staring down the throat of

a flash frozen waterfall

terrified of the 800 miles of heart

threatening to collapse

and devour

It’s only a matter of time.

The End

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