Winter Marks

Winter Marks

A Poem by Shredded Cabbage

I left the window open all winter.

I thought you might return
with the cold.

It settled in the walls,
in the furniture,
in the bed.

I never believed
snow could bruise-

until light pressed blue
into the room,
leaving violet marks
across my skin.

© 2026 Shredded Cabbage


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Added on May 1, 2026
Last Updated on May 2, 2026