She pins herself to the page, by the dregs of all that is broke of her. She weeps ice. Stares coldblooded at yeast that toils and ferments to kill her organism. Hung for the ravens, she’s…Pinned142Renée S.Tre L. LoadholtOct 3, 2016·1 min readI have never seen this done before… “weeping ice,” I am shaken & stirred. You hear me? This is great wordplay.