Assassin

ellensymons Poem Apr 9, 2015Apr 9, 2015 1 Minute

In the dark, warm air
stokes its breath,
eyes dawn’s snowflakes.
Winter
starts to die.

__________

Published by ellensymons

Writing about the stories we tell ourselves. Always in transition from me to more me. Currently accepting all pronouns. View all posts by ellensymons

Published Apr 9, 2015Apr 9, 2015

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