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