Life is unfreezing, the deep freezer burn
is unlatching is chokehold and I am breathing
again this time a lot more easier.
Was I at first haunted?
How could I possibly be in the clear?
Such the pessimistic viewpoints insist;
I have a long journey ahead of me.
Life may look warm through false eyelashes and mascara.
Debrief me, give me a direction with which to
start walking toward.
The water is graying
and what does this mean?
Has a volcano erupted?
I must be the ashen corpse
laid out to rest in the sea.