In the dark this renders
Ice uncanny.
Scoops your chest
Between worlds,
The aquiline.
These ghosts that dance
Under green eyes.
At first I thought it was a plague mask –
Not that they were much good.
Better to escape,
Through a gap in the light,
Than to heal what is irreparable.
Through this beak,
These eyes,
This in-between,
Breathing is easier.
