In the frosty fields of night
They thought they hid their sins
Buried
Low beneath the ice
Buried deep below the snow
In the waking silence
I found my breath
My lungs ripped and pulled —
gasp — after gasp —
Pleading only to choke
Dirt!
Solid, filling, heavy
Killing
Filling my chest by lung
Crushing my hope in pressure
My hands work frantic
as buckets, rakes, and hatchets
Beseeching the Earth to open
A prayer seems lost
in this desolate darkness
of endless soil
As fear and panic subside
acceptance and frostbite
cascade over me like an endless sea
One last sigh-
I relinquish all to the Mother
Whose frozen embrace will keep me still
Maybe sins are better left buried