justiceI have sabotagedmy own snow driven soulto a frigid standstillgod is in the ice folliesof my penanceremorseless heartconscience breeds a derelic..
drafted into the chilla cold windis disrespectful of feelingsraw, bitter imagesexcruciate the swollen cheekas tears freeze to the heartand my steps to..
Screams from the Nativity...crumbsin apostrophe,not the deadbut the contractionsas baby poemsemerge from a once silent wombnow pieces of a childput to..