An poem

[kiya]

Nauthiz

When the clinging cold
Congeals
Thick enough to choke your beating heart—
Rub your kindling bones together
Until
You bleed
Fire

Comments

[graydon]

That is a lot.

[kiya]

The fact that my stress ruminations keep coming out with these bite-sized gut-punch poems gives me great reassurance that I am on the correct path with them.

Which is possibly the most Feri way I could be conceptualizing it all....

[graydon]

That does not strike me as an unreasonable conclusion. (And I'm not Feri at all, so perhaps there is a generality to be observed.)

[kiya]

Your skaldic tendencies would incline that way as well, I imagine.

[batrachian]

Ooooooooof.

[kiya]

I might maybe be chewing a lot on a phoenix tattoo re: transition stuff. Maybe.

[batrachian]

You'd not be the only one.

[kiya]

'Tis the vibe, really.

[adore]

I love this.