a spark is struck
in the winter between us

a timid flame guttering with
the promise of spring
a, "maybe"
a, "chance"
a, "hope"
a, "moment"
doused without hesitation
so the warmth fades

perhaps spring was never meant 
to break the winter between

- Jeanette Andromeda 2/3/22
Two silhouettes in a muddy spray of ink sit facing away from eachother. The woman on the left rests her hand on her stomach. The man on the right crosses his arms. A crack spreads out between them.

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