In rooms you are not in
\nsilence
\nscrapes the floor.
\n
\nIn the corners, snow.
\n
\nWanting to surrender,
\nI walked in winter
\nwatched snowflakes fall
\nmy
\nfrozen, fragmented white flags
\nstitching themselves together –
\nvast white sheets of surrender
\nlike the sheets where once
\nI could surrender to you.
\n
\nI could surrender to you.
\n
\nInstead, I carved blocks, built
\nwalls, a fortress
\nto try to surrender from.
\n
\nI try to surrender
\nto silence
\nin rooms you are not in.
\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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In rooms you are not in silence scrapes the floor. In the corners, snow. Wanting to surrender, I walked in winter watched snowflakes fall my frozen, fragmented white flags stitching themselves together – vast white sheets of surrender like the sheets where once I could surrender to you. I could surrender to you. Instead, I … <\/p>\n