cave water

somewhere deep,
there is an isolated pool of water
untouched for thousands of years

with turquoise milk
and edges frosted
in twinkling ice.

i go there in dreams
to die, to crystallize.

here is my pearly skeleton,
my feet frozen in aquamarine,
my crown of weeping stalactites.

i wake up breathing.
i think i can still feel
cold water droplets
trickling down my head.

i’ll find the cave again.

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