ice storm

winter rides through

on a white

white
horse

promising mud and wet

ever afters

i stand in the rain
and the cold

runs rivulets

down the hollowed out
hollow
of my back

arching
with forgotten
electricity

as i grow a mask
(transparent carapace)

made from sky and hours
and the fallen echo
sound

of grey hooves

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