Haibun: A Walk to the Precipice

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My steps grow shorter. A cloak of snow longer than my imagination can muster weighs upon weary bones. Polite silence; awaiting an interjection. A word. An utterance. A sign of resilience. Gasps do not count.

No longer a chill or a cold, instead, a paralysis that winds itself from my toes—tightening as it twists my empty stomach. Taking hold of my heart and weaving a noose around my collar.

I’m embarrassed to taint this pristine alabaster landscape, but I’ll request grace when I meet the mountain’s maker. The dazzling cinnamon sun waves goodbye one last time, and the mountain embraces me as the snowdrifts gather pace around this perfect place to rest.

Ceasing candlelight
A chrysalis dissolves—
Metamorphosis