Winter Spring

Though she didn’t recognize the smell, she knew by its tanginess that ’twas healthy. The fall’s gurgling filled her with mo’ caffeine than a hundred coffee cups.

After having sat on her knees & gazed @ her short-circuiting face’s reflection, she plunged forward, splashing rainbow water all o’er herself. She could feel her nose fill up with all the poison, ready to be smeared ‘way in waves. Sparks shivered into her from the water, ice, & snow, stitching muscles spent.

But she didn’t have much time…