The Frozen by Corey-Joseph Brier

I vacationed

in a snow globe

crystalized

in perfect solitude.

The faceless town

soaked up everything,

expanded, echoed.

My presence—a door,

suddenly let open

displacing the air;

its stillness disturbed.

I greeted my neighbors

caked in snow-dust--

fused to their carpets;

petrified their hair.

I greeted my neighbors

waxed into place,

preserved at the bottom

of their homely ocean.

Twice a day the snow

fell upon our faces,

tickled our eyelids shut

as it collected into pools

we dangled over

as chandeliers.

Becoming myself

crystallized,

hardened by the corners.

I wanted to stay.

My name is Corey-Joseph Brier. I am currently pursuing a career trying to convince teenagers to care about literature. On the side I enjoy reading, and sometimes even writing, poetry. I am still new to writing poetry and have been inconsistent with it for the past few years. I recently got the idea of giving publication a shot while I await another bout of inspiration.