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the ink in my eyes
cries for me
when i have no tears
and my pupils
drip
words of pain.
the window to my soul
is also a portal
to my heart
and when it is too heavy
the glass shatters
and the shards rain.
my eyes talk
when i cannot
they send my voice
dancing over the page
so i can lick the salt
that drips from my face
clouds my world in a film
and see the sun.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
The Ritual of Winter Challenge Winners
Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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