Hatagoya's Desk

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

EQI Glacier

by Abigail Tyrrell

Lick of the iceberg.
Crystal burns to salt.
You don't need to

hide.

Bob there with the plastic.
Clash with midday sun,
body delving deeper
and deeper away from day.
(Night is colder, a frigid shelter)
Crippled kingdom;

glass castle pouring
into the sea.

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