Northern Confinement

Posted on by randomwordbyruth

I am looking for a barefoot intervention but the snow between my toes tells me,

that is not how this story goes.

To dream of warmth only makes me weak.

…

Screaming tree tops warn,

“This life is not for the meek.

Within the northern confinement…little room for shadows of doubt.”

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