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.