by Keztril

I

drop

only inches onto a glacier

these

are your emotions

black

ice

cracking

a fracture forming

my veins rest below the cooling off period

and i am unable to

just disabled ‐ no question

below my doubt?

inside my mind?

it is different

your arms are all I wish to pull

I

close

my mind

only soul slides through

A column grows

Change?

I welcome it

 

written in response to exercise six