Looking out these frosty window panes. You’re away and the cold remains the same. It pours through the walls into my veins. Another lonely frigid night. I reach out to touch the ghostly specter you left behind. Praying that the snow will bring you in…

Let’s say her name is Amelia & she drags her children behind her in a sac, but let’s also say that this is an act of maternal mercy & when they are ready for the world, Amelia will christen them: Jorge. Kim. Nefertiti. Hans. Abram….