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Her Hair is Weather, Her Mouth is Frost

A hard glow settles on the table like spent metal.

The air chills the tongue with iron and the ghost of smoke.

An old image tilts back, its cracked face refusing him.

He pins his own hands to the grain and keeps them meek.

She stands by the glass, narrow as oath-song, wide as hurt.

Her hair is weather, her mouth is frost, and the room shifts around her stillness.

The curtains quiver; the boards stir once and fall quiet again.

A cup surrenders its last warmth and the room takes it in.

Their silence measures them with the sure weight of blades.

“You never left.”

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