Destiny’s Child

The snow was creasing my sadness even further,
Its edges got sharper with each flake,
To the point where I was wearing it
As the proper bride I knew I’d be.
And at once the world was smaller and bigger,
Unhinged but voluptuous as ever.
Fertility shot my sadness in the face,
And with the recoil they both fell and shattered.
The world was made anew, and so was I.
Or hoped to be,
For I knew this poem wouldn’t be finished differently.

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