impaled ! the spear Spring
iridescently sharpened &
aimed towards songbirds,
weak ice cracks effortless.
torn to be warm
the regretted return
of pondscum subliminal-
you collide with the melt as you
rise in fresh light.
This is hard for me.
fish swim circles in my mass.
impaired you're their favorite,
a carcass mid-desire.
Why did i open?
Why did it crack?
Who threw that spear?
Did they see me try?
ravage ! murky insides
extract nutrients & harmonies,
weave them into your eggs
deserted by winter.
i'll have forgotten by then x
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