I Think I'm Falling

Photography/OliviaLombardo

Photography/OliviaLombardo

I think I’m falling

I grasp at moments like snow

I cry a child’s tear as they reach for a flake and hold tight to their chest

That ball of nothingness as they open their hand

Red, as cold bites their soft little mittens.

The world looks pure now

But winter is a season of hiding

Fear lies dormant

This winter i'm still trying.

White skates push deeper

Into ice as thin as paper

Pleads with frivolous desire

And find the living lies of winter.

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