Broken
a frozen staircase
cracking ice, on a deep lake
I almost fell off
KRAKEN
squid ink, staining hands
I look up to haze and mist
my harpoon is lost
Woods
dark holes in a ring
slips, a clean patch off the moss
mist, muffling his screams
Splinters
Smoke from a cannon
suddenly the cliff crumbles
chalk sprinkles the sea
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