I will wait,
quiet-mouthed & bloodless,
with pallid cheeks & shaking hands
that may never cease to remind me
that I am not right.
With words swirling just as the flakes I wait in do
in the dead of winter,
I wait
to see you alone.

I am afraid,
waiting, wordless
silent as the ******* lamb the righteous speak of.
Is there a God?
Hidden beneath a blanket of snow,
cold, still
waiting for you.

To see you alone.
Holding my breath in moving time,
but frozen in chained silence.
Bones, they quake &
skin feels foreign
in a familiar discomfort.
Silent, still
I wait for you.