As the cold crunches beneath my feet,

I dreamt about the bleached floor

where, pale skin peeled together.

Trees spread everywhere, smell of pines

hit the bridge, and I still wander alone.

Splashes of snow bits, I dug my nose under

the holes.

*

Water is life, water is death

You need flames to instigate,

Liquid to soothe the blaze,

Chilling wind bites back, and I tighten

the strep of coats, stride forward

shuffle of truffles.

*

You get numb after third degree burn,

Cold snow bites harder, pale skin gets red

I rub my hands furiously, to stop the flaming

bleaks, suddenly a shadow retires

sweat drops with hums, icing flames

start to burn. I ran faster until I was out of breath,

reconcile in a wooden door, white sheet covers everything.

I forgot, it's a foolish run

fire and cold both burn.

— 20/04/2023