I've created this thing,
it's teeth of alabaster,
an uneven ring,
of watchful disaster.
It's staring at me,
from the sliding glass door,
while cold creeps onto my toes,
from the cracked white tile floor.
Purple skies of snowfall,
overloading bald trees,
makes this horror seem small,
though even now it cannot freeze.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
I've created this thing,
it's teeth of alabaster,
an uneven ring,
of watchful disaster.
It's staring at me,
from the sliding glass door,
while cold creeps onto my toes,
from the cracked white tile floor.
Purple skies of snowfall,
overloading bald trees,
makes this horror seem small,
though even now it cannot freeze.
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