I stand in the snow
but I am warm
my bare toes nestle into the
broken crust of ice and crystals
I look up into the white sky
of frosted clouds and feel at
home
running my fingertips over
my cheekbones
I feel scars
I feel the weight of each scar
rooting into my skin
twisting the memories
and cavernous dreams
into each other
creating a web
of scar tissue