fragments (life is a teardrop of time)

Through the cloud of ice
falling…
into the dark waters of the Styx.
Frozen…
…cold smiles, masks of pain,
deception embedded in a web of irises.
Static, plastered onto an icy surface.
…moments in time
stuccoes side by side
in a horizon of forever.
… broken,
falling through a cloud of ice,
disappearing in dark waters,
like teardrops,
bitter and hot,
too insignificant to make changes.

© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya