Typography

"Hibernation"

Thaw the chill of her centerpiece;

barely breathing

but blood is still beating

between each vein and artery

the walls are contracting,

her face is still acting

as though she's on stage,

instead of this cage of her twenty-four ribs;

Take a deep breath.

Now.

Inhale.

These muscles relaxing,

the time is still passing,

while waking dreamers swindle time from the sleeping;

and she is still sleeping,

why is she sleeping?

Every rise and fall is less than before;

can't she take in the air?

Or is there no more?

Her lungs fill with ice

spreading over her eyes

each lash stopped its curl

as the crystals are formed,

her smile is frozen

and perhaps her lips twitch,

but no more;

Take a deep breath.

Now.

Exhale.