Undecim (11)


Our house is cold and clustered with secrets.
-is my whisper loud enough?
have you anything to say?
it's alright i can read through the fog of ice
best mother?
best mother
foreigh father?
lovely sister?
Caring child?
lest us connect, i wish to see your faces at once.
blessed brothers?
can you percieve my whisper?

Do you see it's frigid subzero dance in the dark air.

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