Snow seeps through the skull.
Cold thoughts for a murderer,
who never killed the innocence
of the host,
of the host to shiver at the sight of purity
And maim the actions that should
Be completed before being caught,
Doing such a devious action...
outside of the warm embers of
Security that would be sought after,
and after they were not,
Held accountable for so many cold nights that were spent lying on the floor
And falling no further more,
They would say
“Come here...and lay with me in the driveway...can you feel it?... the cold, it’s so slow and careful...”