Frost on Glass Girl
Frost on Glass Girl, Temporary and Enough
I bloom in the cold. I melt with the dawn.
Born from chill and exhalation, I bloom in the quiet dark. I don’t ask to be remembered. I wear my end like a crown of ice. When warmth comes, I’ll shatter—but not before I gleam.
What I'm Into: crystalline edges, the hush before thaw, light caught in ice, fleeting brilliance, silent rebellion
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