On my knees, I tasted snow for the first time with my tongue
My teeth slipping on the first blades of Spring
The verdant wisps peaked through: shy, quiet, willing
Each breath I took melted the air around it
Winter seized my lips, shattering the soft rosy flesh
Twisting them into a slate, ashen force trembling with every word
I wanted to ****** a spear through myself
Watch the warmth of my body spill and raise from the earth
Steeping red.
The smoke of existence
Ripping through the purity
The innocence of
cold
white
snow