Exhalation

Exhalation

My breath leaves my lips,
Into Cold air,
A wisp of fog in darkness,
Paled lips parting,
Letting out the grief,
The guilt.

I laugh, hysterically,
The only way I know how,
As sparse flakes start to fall,
And my feet turn a lighter shade of blue

Black skirts swirl around me,
My scarves glistening
With ice from the grass,
Trampled beneath bare feet.

My cheekbones seem sharp,
Against the fullness of my belly,
At odds with the footprint
Pushing from my abdomen,

The ink on my fingers,
Seems to move with each breath,
As if living inside me,
As if I'm canvas to paint.
A life that can still be.