Wind swirls tonight.
The howl is almost unbearable,
and the sun seems to have disappeared for the day.
I watch as the snow
gently falls from the sky,
with such such elegance.
Kindness flutters through my bones,
as I shiver and quiver throughout the night.
A cold night indeed.
Outside is a whirlwind,
just as my soul.
I pray my simple prayer
and shut my eyes.
I dream.
Of the weather.
Of time.
Snow fills my eyelids.
I'm drowning.
Pushing up while the graceful weather
only continues to cover me.
It cracks my skin,
leaving only room for the snowflakes.
Death so cold.
Only so warm.
It burns my soul
yet so cold.
The winter weather pulls at my heart,
just as the Aztecs once did.
I raise it to the sun,
begging for the sun just to reckon
melting it away.
I'm frozen.
I've died.
Inside.