Rosemary and SageRidged mountains rise and fall with my breaths. Snow-capped peaks, dew-filled valleys, a world across my bed, flung by chapped hands.Rosemary and Sage by ~Mute9
I do not sleep these winter nights, though I dream, north with the behemoth metal ships that haul their way into ports, windswept and exhausted. It is these winter nights that scrape my bones dry and clean, ready to feel for another spring, another year.
Lacy ice crawls its way across my walls and the puddles in the courtyard, reflecting the lace on my dress, my winter-white veil. I do not sleep tonight, and I will not sleep tomorrow, when I am passed from one hand to another. I am a girl, a woman, the smells
Big Grin 
Sta.sh
