she became

it’s terribly

cold

on a

non sequitur

throne

she weeps

beautiful

blue icicles

reflective

as scepters

trophy

wife shelved

kept

in perpetual

winter

frigid beds

betray

 the deep red

memory

of a girl

burning

and suddenly

numb

grey days

she became

kept

delicate as glass

frozen

in a crown

 

(for now)

a. duncan

 

Artwork: The Snow Queen, by Christian Birmingham

 

 

 

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