The Hibernation Anna Lindsay Numbness narcotised while I was unaware. I knew the cold was coming, watched winter take you, breath by icy breath, into its lair, and saw you, grateful, sink without despair into its one-way care. I felt I could fend off the cold, and thought I was prepared for icicles to sting before the spring— never realising I was already pinned, hunkering in hibernation, soul-systems stalled, sensation numbed, heartbeats dulled to torpor through the years. I thought […]
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