Cold toes
are not like frozen fingers
which can linger intertwined
in the fingers of another.
Cold toes freeze alone.
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 12:03 AM UTC
The day had been set,
And we were all ready--
The crunchy snow was waiting too—
The frigid sky watched us overhead.
Anticipation was building
like steam in the pit of my stomach
We leapt out of the truck
And sunk right into the snow.
After a few kids slid down
The rollercoastering hill,
I went down screaming,
Blurred colors rushed into my eyes.
My tube detached from my ****
Snow went everywhere:
In my face, down my back
My cheeks were frozen in place.
I arrived at the bottom,
Quicker than I expected,
And waited in the powder
For a snowmobile boy
The contraption roared and sped
I dropped the tube,
And held on for my life,
Then dropped myself too.
We tried again,
With the tube around my middle,
The tube a giant donut
I was the creamy center.
I made up to the top,
Triumphantly soaked from my outside in,
Cheers resounded and bounced
In the valley and off the frozen lake.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
. I fell and scattered, shattered
into a thousand pieces
across the room,
and laid, waiting
for someone to put me back together.
No one came, but it’s all the same:
Mended or not
I’m now cracked
and incapable
of holding anything inside.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
P a c i n g,
POUNDing,
high
and
low,
ump ump
th ing, b ing,
beat
of
my
h e
a r
t.
You
STOP.
and lOOk
my w
a
y
I…wonder…what will
you
DO?
But you
leave
(me.)
You smell nice.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC