Bathroom window

Candle smoke rises to rescue icicles that have taken refuge in the corner of the opening of the window

The smoke like hot breath on cold palm rescuing hands from frosted kisses

Drifts into the eerie open pockets in the wall bursting into the outside where ice is also forming

Old man lifts heavy head from bath water and clings tight to the side of the bath gasping for air

Startled sounds awoke him.

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