Source:
Adults
Author:
Rhona Aitken
Title:
Ice Maiden
Ice MaidenI can only whisper to you through vaults of time hoping my pleas will reach out with their urgency. I was young when vision spiraled from my mind and swept me into halls of lavender darkness. Lying furled in bear-skins, silver fox, oiled and scented, fetal in carved larch, my hair braided with fragile grasses – I looked beautiful; safe in the sacred ice of my forever. But now, pooled in insecurity, I lie exposed. The erudite peer, probe with shaming curiosity. Return me to the mellow depths of eternity, beneath Northern lights and ffiords, in everlasting peace. .It is my right
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