Fog clouds the warmth layered in wooden eyes.
Creases buckle and fold down at the corners,
soiling hopes that time has righted the old scars.
Ice clings to my chest, cradling my heart once more.
The sharpened edges piercing outwards.
Flames lick at my back, wrapping around my waist.
Curling around my fists.
The timeless dance twists inside.
Oily guilt sliding down my spine.
The frozen kiss of fear on my neck.
My feet scorching the ground below as I step away.

It’s easier to run, then to stay and watch you fail me again.