Annealed



Out from ice I hauled my heart,
Cauterized rings on my fingers,
Crimson crevasse, I restart,
The smell of smoke still lingers.

End of words, which subjugate,
My soul took shape before me,
I stood before an hour late
To know the snow and sea.

I peered back over the open lip,
Chaotic astral origins, be true,
Looking over my shoulder did slip
My ghost all ripped and blue.

And my soul took his place in my chest,
A precipice there was sealed;
That healing forest, I take my rest,
Within a blizzard annealed.



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