Peering up at the giant obscured by the mountainside,
I felt so small, like the moment you reappeared.
I felt more alive as the frost whipped past me.
Withdrawing from all I knew, I wiped crusty eyes.
My porcelain mask letting my blood seep through.
Blood and tears were as fresh as my tears before they dried.
Crusty eyes aren’t appealing.
A cracking face is just as homely.
Exposed as the river water when the spring strikes it with a heated hammer.
I felt exposed and little.
It wasn’t all bad.
I finally felt something as your words rang through the frigid air.
The giant in mountainside eyed me curiously.
The ice beside him statuesque began creaking and splintering alongside him.
I felt something inside of me snap in that instant.
A dawning epiphany played through me.
Could a new dawn be surfacing with this showdown?
The giant was as exposed as I was.