Did you know,
teardrops under a microscope
look just like snowflakes? I ask.
Frost spiderwebs our window into filigree.
We curl around each other,
sweaters in a drawer,
nautili in their shells.
Did you know,
if your name was Kai,
and I was Gerda,
I would come rescue you
from the Snow Queen? I ask
I’m too cold
to play this game, you grit out
through chattering teeth.
Radiators dead, bills unpaid,
we look out the window
at the crooked rivulets of snow
melting down the glass.
Did you know,
the world is crying?
I ask, but only in my head.
Avra Margariti is a queer Social Work undergrad from Greece. She enjoys storytelling in all its forms and writes about diverse identities and experiences. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Flash Fiction Online, The Forge Literary, SmokeLong Quarterly, The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Argot Magazine, and other venues. Avra won the 2019 Bacopa Literary Review prize for fiction. You can find her on twitter @avramargariti.