Depending on her mood, I swim
easily between two fixed points of
rage and despair. The winter is coming;
Soon I will be frozen in her icy shadow.
So I had better choose my position wisely.
Long shadows don't scare me. It is only her
who will mourn the absence of sunlight
on half of her skin. I swim happily
in the darkness and grow flesh over my eyes. Eventually the cold will feel like warmth
and I will not mourn the absence of the sun any more
than the eels that slide beneath my kicking feet.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
Depending on her mood, I swim
easily between two fixed points of
rage and despair. The winter is coming;
Soon I will be frozen in her icy shadow.
So I had better choose my position wisely.
Long shadows don't scare me. It is only her
who will mourn the absence of sunlight
on half of her skin. I swim happily
in the darkness and grow flesh over my eyes. Eventually the cold will feel like warmth
and I will not mourn the absence of the sun any more
than the eels that slide beneath my kicking feet.
