Flakes seem to soften everything
but I don’t feel it. Hide my pain
behind scarves. Cold seeps
through my skin like memories.
My silence is a cry
crumbling with the snow.
I watch my breath give birth
to ice crystals on the glass wall
that separates me from the world.
Souls starve like blackbirds
while singing.
(c) Leen Raats
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