"No Swimming now comes the colorlessbone time, and your eyescloud gray, the deceitful glance of..."

“

No Swimming

now comes the colorless

bone time, and your eyes

cloud gray, the deceitful

glance of crusted ice,

funnel-webbed over the cold-

you have hair russet as the

warm of dying, radiant

lessening until just dry husks

scatter over the perfidious

surface-

lakeside, standing, wool

and apple- hands in deep

pockets and the pale fading

sick along your huddled shoulders-

the water is fanged and hungry

beneath its flytrap glitter and

you wait and watch me as

I stand on the other side.

”

- L. Maruska (via whenthedarkisoldandworn)