travel-worn trainers tip-toe
and it kind of feels like i've dipped my
finger and the edges of my
consciousness in the burning cold
of liquid nitrogen.
there's a cool, biting wind, snarling
you can't do this, you can't do this,
and gravel's never felt so sharp through
red rubber and my sole, my soul is
slip-slip-sliding against cool, metal walls;
you're cold, so cold
and i can't scale you.
written in the stars
- juniper
- Venusian. Diamond's child. Birthed on the first morning star. Loves only the one who is on Mars, Topaz's proud&stubborn son, birthed on the twenty-third starset.
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