Winter in Chains

Mist crept over the headstones that filled her mouth,
coating the dead languages she kept buried there.

She bathed in vanilla words borrowed from a lover,
but secrets have a way of contaminating porcelain skin.

December offered comfort like ice offers warmth to neighbors,
but she neglected the nightfall in its soliloquy.

3 Comments on “Winter in Chains”

  1. Some interesting metaphors here. Especially this one:

    “She bathed in vanilla words borrowed from a lover,
    but secrets have a way of contaminating porcelain skin.”

    I can’t wait to read more of your work! 🙂

  2. Pingback: Harbour’s Top 20 Poetry-Related Blogs – Harbour

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