Tag: cold

• Old Weapons, Wrong War

  Brick and mortar rest, sharp weapons in dirty hands, and she’s repairing broken walls she doesn’t remember building. But something, something moves closer. Moving in with dark tides, the moon pulls closer, and she’s afraid it won’t like what it sees. It isn’t pretty she screams. The grey grit of binding sand drips from the […]

  Nic Jean

  February 15, 2013

  Poetry

  anticipation, building walls, burning bridges, cold, color, fear, imagery, love, poem, poetry, unreal, walls, war