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140: Burning Bridges

  • Writer: Eudaemonia Records
    Eudaemonia Records
  • Aug 24, 2020
  • 1 min read

Updated: Sep 18, 2020

Like Venice drowns in her own bedrock, so I sink into a scalding bath when the day is done. Coals smoulder beneath my tub, turning the brilliant brass brown and black. Steam curls around my hair and brushes my cheeks like weeping air, even as the edge of the tub presses cold against my elbow and the air turns the hairs on my arms to needles. Here I will simmer 'til the hour before dawn, when the moon has set and the sun still sleeps, and then—then I will rise to thaw the cold with pools of fire and sever every chain that time has wrought.

Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

Publisher's note: Please note that all poetry published with Eudaemonia Records has been seen by our editors, and that the editors have suggested revisions where they see fit, but we believe that it is ultimately the writer's decision to accept or reject any suggestions and take no responsibility for which suggestions they accept or reject.

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