Poised to Kill Me Thermally

Dry blood and bone dust
Make up the sand and snow
On the slopes

Cold may dominate
But it isn’t without
The bane of bone marrow shards

Or stained glass smashed
Over boulders while it drifts
Down the purple rivers

And glacial giant ice

Nirnroots grow
From the macabre sand
And thrive in the snow

Every skeleton that once
Walked that trail up the
Mountain’s side

Was bleached white
All the same
And their bodies were left

To decay in the wind and
Sun and the water and
The blood shed by fleshy beds

Sinking into the snow
Made from thousands
Of other adventurers

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

One thought on “Poised to Kill Me Thermally

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: