(1311-01-01) A Scattering of Snowflakes
Summary: Fragments taken from Lady Odile's most recent chapbook, A Scattering of Snowflakes.
RL Date: 01/01/1311
Related: None
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I saw her heart break.
It struck her heel-deep,
A soldier's boot punched
Through the crust of ice.
That's how I imagine it,
Hitting that most tender
Of organs like knuckles
Against a frost melon.

I saw her heart break.
Intact rind, pulped core.


Some days I feel frost-smeared, frayed as the rime of ice collected
On these window pains: breathe too harshly and I'll simply have to
melt away.


Don't tell me your word is as true as your heart.
There's a void in every heart, in the tidal surge
Of every pulse. Unsteady heart, untrue heart—
You race, you churn, you lift and push and ache

But always
Always
Always

Between every promise: the negative space,
Hollows emptied, promise unfulfilled.
Rocks are true and trees untouched by fire;
Slate grey skies and earth kissed by snow-melt.

Not a heart. Not a word. Not you.


Look, I'll make of myself a cup for you:
Here is my hand, and here is the place
Where you can rest your cheek, or
Maybe your hopes.

I'll close my eyes while you choose.

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