Your ice storm continues
Only
pausing to smell the frost bitten roses
Of your own creation
On your own time
Wrapping your young in fridged walls that resemble egg shells
Call that spring
Call it summer
It’s
always the same
And now, the youngest
She’s taking it to heart
It’s
coming out in deep breathes
Of toxic air
She's named them, Tina
She wants to set flame to it all
I think I’ll let her
I
Think
I think
I’ll save her
And then watch it burn