You sneak in the night, red string around
stalactites and stalagmites. At your feet,
the river caresses you, waves and currents
still visible among the colder patches.
You photograph—blood in tears,
scratches on purity—playing in light,
and darkness; life,
in the ice,
where it was.
Stefanie Maclin’s poetry and short stories have appeared in such publications as Illumen, Dreams & Nightmares, Battered Suitcase, and Conversation Poetry Quarterly. When she is not writing, she works as a librarian. She lives in Boston’s MA. For a complete listing of her writing credits, please visit http://thesilentpoet.live journal.com.
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