Monday, December 23, 2024

below freezing

 

In truth I've been loving the cold 

It's like the deep tissue massage, elbows sunk into flesh 

Pressure familiar and, somehow, almost comforting 

It hasn't pained me 



Not for me to break the silence 



I am using this as an opportunity to practice being who I am now 

I will not countenance subordination 

If a fight breaks out, I trust myself to discern: 

walk away, or finish it