Icy Fear

Laughter subsides,
Takes a nip,
But does not slip
Asleep under bribes-
And the dark of silhouette
Falls along the inner walls
The hunt, the calls,
The fears aren’t fallow yet
And they haven’t found me
Not for years, but a moment alone
A glance, a shadow, and I’m known
Again seen, again to flee.
I came with my head high,
No blood in your water.
You smell the martyr
And I didn’t want to die.
You taught me this language,
And I recognize the strains,
Echoing what remains
Doesn’t flow under the bridge,

But in your veins.

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