This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 1639402331000 at 1639402331000
outside an icicle inks trickling tears
trying - to tickle the frigid window's
pane; in vane the rivulets run. Cold
cannot come unstuck, is instead: A
steeping seeping slithering serpent
slyly, sending frigid fingers - feeling
for all the warmth wallowing inside.