Ice hangs over the room

locking in a permanent winter

moss leaves no trace of a wall behind,

the few and rare gap’s fingers trace leave a disturbing, sickly impression on skin

the floor,

natures clutter is dark and unidentified

one can assume the top cover is a frozen water form, although varying with texture

crunches of snow echo

or is it the chattering of teeth?

maybe the sound of malno...