Broken bones with shards of ice hidden inside the blinded eye full of truths no one can see a frosted well, an abyss of the deep so frigid and sharp, hands cut and ripped and the drops freeze without a second to spare Swirling in shades of white and hued with blood Yet far away, through the ice between the mist is a land with forests deep and wide and rivers of the shiniest blue. fruits of the rainbow lie in sight of the mahogany eyes of the blind and deaf knowing more than you think. and seeing more than you know.
