Burnt out lanterns
swaying in the wind.
Harsh Winter bares his glistening teeth
biting at my exposed flesh
tearing at my tattered layers.
He whispers in my ear
threatens my life with
hunger
thirst
promising death
in the end.
Harsh Winter wears a mask
of white, glittery fabric.
He walks around impersonating
instilling images of
family
friends
love.
Harsh Winter tempts you
only to take your heart
freeze it
shatter it.
Harsh Winter is not your friend.
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 8:17 AM UTC
Burnt out lanterns
swaying in the wind.
Harsh Winter bares his glistening teeth
biting at my exposed flesh
tearing at my tattered layers.
He whispers in my ear
threatens my life with
hunger
thirst
promising death
in the end.
Harsh Winter wears a mask
of white, glittery fabric.
He walks around impersonating
instilling images of
family
friends
love.
Harsh Winter tempts you
only to take your heart
freeze it
shatter it.
Harsh Winter is not your friend.
Cassie Mae Writings 2010
