(Poems) – frostbite – 58 words

A path unhindered:

plowed and lit

framed in bright darkness.

I know the way to go.


But a shifting silhouette in the distance:

between me and the end

A lover? A killer? 

An end or a beginning?


I go forward:

trusting with eyes closed—

A kiss ringed with copper on my lips.

A rose-scented knife between my ribs.

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