Cold has never been my enemy, and that is why I surrender to winter.
The snow descends in silence.
The temperature settles into my bones like something ancient, something known.
Frozen. And somehow, whole.
I would wear this cold forever
like a second skin, like armor.
The last time warmth found me,
it arrived like a candle —
soft, inviting, safe —
Before it became a wildfire.
Burning me alive.
So I watched, from somewhere deep inside
as it turned me to spectacle,
as it made ash of everything I was.
Slowly the snow falls over me again,
like it means to keep me cold.
And even if I stay here,
brittle and still,
at least the cold
will leave me
something
to bury.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
Cold has never been my enemy, and that is why I surrender to winter.
The snow descends in silence.
The temperature settles into my bones like something ancient, something known.
Frozen. And somehow, whole.
I would wear this cold forever
like a second skin, like armor.
The last time warmth found me,
it arrived like a candle —
soft, inviting, safe —
Before it became a wildfire.
Burning me alive.
So I watched, from somewhere deep inside
as it turned me to spectacle,
as it made ash of everything I was.
Slowly the snow falls over me again,
like it means to keep me cold.
And even if I stay here,
brittle and still,
at least the cold
will leave me
something
to bury.
