The Heart of Winter – Christine E. Ray

my heart a block of sculptured ice buried deep behind steel ribs hung with icicles offering dagger-sharp protection an arctic palace of empty chambers where glacial winds flash freeze unwanted feelings blow them deep into dungeons blood is crystallized in frozen nitrogen veins heartbeat slowed like a wound down pocket watch my dreams haunted nightly … Continue reading The Heart of Winter – Christine E. Ray


the ice jam of words long lodged at the back of my throat has begun to melt syllable by delicious syllable that tickle going down they roil in my gut conscious kinetic unsettled pressure of repressed feeling building against the shape-shifting mass that remains blocking my flow will I exhale delicate crystals into my waiting … Continue reading Ice