Glacier
Dead to the world a thousand years,
in a lake immured in ice.
You woke me up.
Mist. I found I'd been sleeping
in a charred forest.
My body clung to night.
White light from the depth of the glacier
floods into my skin,
reminds me –
you walked on that lake.
Leaving your tracks – skin, scars.
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