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The sculpture

carved in ice

By Marie McGrathPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
The sculpture
Photo by Marek Studzinski on Unsplash

These veins have run cold

The blood gives me chills

I welcome the frost to my bones

I am an ice statue

Caught, frozen in a place

Where true emotion died

Where emotion slipped away.

Where truth was written

On a mirror that reflected

What I became

What you have done to me.

I am better off alone

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About the Creator

Marie McGrath

Things that have saved me:

Animals

Music

Sense of Humor

Writing

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    Written by Marie McGrath