I
The air around me has stopped Pretending
To be warm
Even my shadow keeps its distance
Thin as a crack in ice
II
I loved once
A quiet ruinous thing
That left frostbite where a pulse should Be
I don’t mourn it
I just carry the scar like a blade
III
Forward is the only direction
That doesn’t freeze me solid
So I walk
Through the wind that names me Stranger
Through the dark that wants my Surrender
IV
Until death right
I owe nothing to the endings
That circle like wolves
They can wait
They can starve
V
If the world watches
Let it witness a body refusing collapse
If the night reaches
Let it touch only the cold I’ve already Shed
VI
I am not finished
I am not thawing
I am the quiet endurance
That winter respects
Until death right
I keep moving
ice bright
Unclaimed
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