Moonrise Under Ice

Deep Night

births nightmares

skeletal stories…

 Dissolution

churns, 

chaos threatens

to unhinge.

Reversals confuse.

Slumbering trees

are barely breathing.

Ice freezes sound.

I must not 

give in.

 Facing

my tormenter

takes courage

and a willingness

to accept

fright,

uncertainty,

death

without flinching

(if not now

then sometime).

 That I am only one

makes no difference.

If only I could

feel her moon rise

 shattering blue ice

S/he could embrace us

regardless

of outcome…

Another story

could be written…

one in which a

 haunted bear child

 breathes deeply,

curls her furry body

 against my belly. 

As the moon slips

under the mountain 

we drift through night air

into peaceful sleep…

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