I’d poured everything into nothing, so
it was no wonder when I couldn’t recognize
my own image in the frost. I shrouded
myself in heavy black linen and hoped
passersby wouldn’t hear the echo of my hollow
breathing. The wind still bit at my fingertips.
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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