Thursday, January 21, 2010

Feathery Finger Fractures

The winds of a winter blizzard
cut through me, razor sharp,
revealing a bloodless heart
reclining, motionless
in a gaping cavity,
and covered with an icy
surface, like a frozen lake,
as feathery finger fractures
crack across the ice
sheet. I stand at the center
while the frigid waters
wait patiently to swallow
my shivering flesh.
This destination lies
at the end of a path
I deliberately chose, I know
my icy precipice perch
offers its greatest peril
in the warmth of sunrise.

2 comments:

Derailed Poet said...

Nice!!! The alliteration had me tongue tied. :) x

Shoreline Driftwood said...

Thank you very much. :-)