A month of black ice,
where everyone is seeing me as the antagonist
and I'm up against towering odds,
heavier than all the books I've read
or all the hours I've spent sleeping.
And I may just be visualizing things
much harsher than they come,
your envigorating smile, however tiny and concealed,
whispers light to me from the end of a very long, impatient line
from the end of torrents, rain and must,
though it reaches me, reflected,
shape shifting, shadow-eyed,
I take you for someone who hates me
and my being here,
waiting.
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Submission Name: A Month of Black Ice 
