A Cold Case

We left in the night,
black covering our tracks,
      headed for
      nowhere…
Our secret safe in our chests.
And still tucked there
when our bodies floated up
      from Cimmerian
      depths…
Buoyed with the stench of a century,
submerged in the igneous muck
      of a frozen lake.

      Hatchet marks
      in our heads…
Our secret still safe in our chests.