Arteries and Vessels close
stopping the blood from running to my brain
crunching bones beneath my toes
sliding into frame
I stumble through the wood
hoping to go home
Branches cracking
Like sticks and stones
A moment of clarity
Shining through the thick
Hurtful and old
It’s short and sad and something I cannot face
Beautiful and bold
Crisp airy meringue
With red berries on a pastel plate
My heart icing over
Right back to being tight and cold
Together and alone
Clarity hiding
The moment is gone
Lost broken and disowned
To the blood racing
The crunching muddling my cold mind
Polar air in the warmth of night
left behind
Starrfishing 