Pretending there are frozen rivers

[squirmelia]

I laid in a bath filled with quivering ice-cubes tonight. Like lying on an iceberg, I tingled as they cracked. Breaking down, liquifying, they soaked my coat, clung to the curves of my back. Southampton's summer-time temporary frozen river dripped towards the plughole. Relaxing, but not quite the Charles River.

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[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

The sound of the ice cracking kept me awake that night.