I woke with ice behind my eyes
and dust beneath my tongue
and pebbles in my bones.
The bitterness of the morning seeped
into my mouth and agonizingly dragged
itself down my efflorescing throat.
I reached over to borrow some oxygen
from you, but found only sharpened
icicles and cobwebs long since abandoned.
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Published by C. Brown
C. Brown has a love for dogs, poetry, science fiction, and travel, in that order. She self-published her first book, I Created Galaxies for You, in 2016. She blogs frequently at www.breathingthewords.com and has an active Twitter account at @WriteCBrown. At any given time, she has at least two writing projects in the works.
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