wind chill
the helpful friction
of two stars in dark nights
black and white
thinking of your fingertips
at my breasts
woman power
the sweet-sour soup
served without
urban silence
a cat without teeth
smiles at me
lake ice noises
the one rift
that separate us
winter god
the first breath
without mask
the helpful friction
of two stars in dark nights
black and white
thinking of your fingertips
at my breasts
woman power
the sweet-sour soup
served without
urban silence
a cat without teeth
smiles at me
lake ice noises
the one rift
that separate us
winter god
the first breath
without mask
©Isabella Kramer
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