our lady of the snow
you open your mouth
and a light comes out
like stars, like a moon
burst open, bitten into
like a strawberry
against white skin
which is a myth
in and of itself
you are an apparition
a hallucination on the mountain
a motherly hand
guiding the bullet’s path
a face in the fog
a statue with tears
a way to communicate
beyond airwaves
how did the sky
know you were ready?
tell me how
to let the light in
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