Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Estrangement

"...damning me to solitary in the bitter cold of winter..."

Estrangement

Tears well up
as oceans within
only to freeze on my face,
freeze within the narrow canals
of my tear ducts, damming the seven
seas to a bottle washed up on shore, damning
me to solitary in the bitter cold of winter
though surrounded by thousands
under the warmth of the sun,
and all this, all this after
only a few cold words
spoke silence into
the empty space
between us.







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