cold

Of the Ice Age

Germs spill into my water 

Once thawed they’ll grow

The Melt crashes like a tidal wave 

The ocean pushes and I quake

The bottom runs over my feet and 

Sand through my hands

What’s old becomes new again

Snow catching on my tongue

The past makes me sick and

Keeps my insides cold


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