- Vol. 08
- Chapter 07
Image by Unknown Artist / Wellcome Collection
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.