searching for the suicides

 

cemented into the snow

gauntlet of branches
the shadows on the face are not shadows
thorns,broken, undergrowth
frozen
into animal snares
but ribbons of red scars
this is the trapline titled,"North"

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i will cut off those hands
if i ever see you in this store again.

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objective:

to first be stiff as
frozen snow,packed ice,
stiff as
winter.

to then be thawed.
as meltwater,run-off,lakes,
warm as
rivers,
diffuse as
mist

finally, to rain.