Seize the cold day

dull bright

filtered icy

sun light

Take what you will

and not another drop

carpe diem

another thought

Wishful thinking

wistful mourning

tears

unmade

degrade

rosy cheeks unstained

and free

Find another word

to hear

to write

to mold

break the hand

sever the ear

Single idea

falls to shatter

another trophy

on the wall

Dainty frail fingers

and their obscene writings

curl and gnarl

on frost tipped

fractures

like creeping vines

and die there

My fervent dreams

lingered with a smile

mud smeared and

dirty

Head hanging upside down

rushing blood

I hardly recognize myself

Feathers plucked from

flightless birds

a pile at my feet

carpet to pillow

my new body

quickly shuttered to sleep

Sudden whimpers

whispers

laughs

cacophonous in their

unpredictability

echo to mourn

their unshaped

tomb

the silence of them

oppressing

Arms around

tenderly wrapping

to find solace

in their vast

great big ocean

wine-dark

pouring out

in a single motion

It freezes

and leaves

the wind still

howling

power

cradled in a crib of

ink

The glass I tap

once

then twice

askance never

reliving

I find myself

my nose to the panes

muttering and shuddering

about deliverance

Quietly, softly

a word not

spoken

of quill and ink

so freeing.