warm vertiginous drop
and the flush that follows.
Never again. Do not drop
the shield the ice queen cometh.
Warm and easy smile, she holds
a stone between her palms.
A heart is the size of two fists,
one in the other,
in the centre a pearl.
A stone between her palms,
to keep it warm.
To harden her hands.
To move her shell inside where she needs it most.
Soft skin gives way
to easily.
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