That bubble in ice I might’ve
Breathed, Houdini gaped and
Gasping. Water-bound, cuffed, I writhe,
Chain of my unmaking.
UNDER THE ICE – BETHANY A. BEELER
That bubble in ice I might’ve
Breathed, Houdini gaped and
Gasping. Water-bound, cuffed, I writhe,
Chain of my unmaking.