Sink

Poem by Caitlin Randolph

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January does not mean fresh fallen snow,
But bitter wind and cold,
It cuts through you,
Relentless in pursuit.
 
Fracture.
 
Sad and alone,
Designs made by snow,
Walking on thin ice,
Each line traces the ground, precise.
 
Break.