Sleeping a mountain

Lying under a pile of quilts, breathing slow, feeling my legs, my feet, my hands, my chest shift slowly. Glacially. Majestic in peace. I am a mountain crowned in frost, covered in snow, layer on layer. I think, “There is cold without, but I am warm. Buried deep underneath. And every sigh is a secret between me and the dark under Earth. Miles and miles of Earth.”

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One Response to “Sleeping a mountain”

  1. I love this one! It’s so beautiful!

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