Wrapped in layers of thoughts, I recall the unsaid things that slip away in the moment– like how my breath fogs the air, disappearing into silence.  My heart sinks below zero, buried beneath the snow, falling flat, untouched, until the blanket of ice melts, uncovering the surface of my bare core. Editor: Shannon Hensley

Crash into me in tidal waves Rush up hemlines of receding shore Tempest fingers in remnants of history Deposited sands of time;  Expose metal detector mysteries: Barbed wire and shrapnel Wrapped around bones Featured Image by Velizar Ivanov on Unsplash