The icicle (imagination)

It’s raining outside and he fell asleep so easily.
She sits on the edge of the bed, nude but with
a blanket over her bare shoulders and the back
from him. She thinks of nothing while smoking
a cigarette. At the freezing point coming, she’ll
transforms to an icicle on the roof edge outside
in this black night of emptiness and alienation.

 

 

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