Maia armistead1


New Zealand

I tell the story
Of a girl who lives
In the mind of an old man
200 years before my time
All because I read
Four pages of a leather-bound book
In the back corner of a library
When I wanted a place to
Escape to

She was

March 28, 2016

PROMPT: Icicle

She was an icicle,
and slowly melting.

She spread herself
across every ocean,
crashed upon the shore of every beach.

She was cold,
Unfeeling to everyone,
Shielded by her apathy.

She was an icicle,
and soon enough
she would be no more.


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