• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 07

They were surrounding me

When I smile, my teeth turn cold
And scream: “you cannot break free.”
The rain repeats the same pattern—
He copies the wind and refuses to
Shadow my ghosts, extinguish the fire.
The only respite is a shallow dream—

I swapped my body for haricot beans,
Hoping for a decade free of ice.

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