A CHANDELIER OF ICE

By Jade M. Wong


If I hang from a chandelier of ice,

Will the cold seep into my bloodstream first,

Like the harbinger of a frozen curse?


Or will the oxygen that escapes

In panicked gasps through faint blue lips,

Usher in my life’s eclipse?


Gazing up at the chandelier of ice,

Perhaps today, I will only

Admire how it twinkles so magnificently.


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