Literature
Snowflakes
fluttering to the ground, lost
within millions of brethren yet
unique in their own way…melting
on the tip of your tongue little cold
dots erasing acidic burns from pink flesh,
remnants of flaying arguments—words thrown
at each other, never meant but always felt…six sides,
five, maybe seven…you wonder… How can something
so unique…vibrant…worshiped…feel so
…forgotten…