Behind the glass
is frigid ice and wind,
entwined in
silhouettes, shadows, and
the blue veins of
pale skin;
translucent marble,
a polished winter.
poetry by c. eve // shadowofeve.com
poetry by c. eve // shadowofeve.com
Behind the glass
is frigid ice and wind,
entwined in
silhouettes, shadows, and
the blue veins of
pale skin;
translucent marble,
a polished winter.
