Prophetic as a
lake-effect tempest,
an unnerving
November howls like
a dying animal.
The sound rattles
the houses,
and shake
the skeletal trees;
they hunger for
warmth
through emaciated
limbs as they
brush against my
rufescent face.
I survey the
frost of the broken
valley.
In death
the surroundings
seethe in
white as my
blood pools and
congeals with the
waste of the rivers.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
Prophetic as a
lake-effect tempest,
an unnerving
November howls like
a dying animal.
The sound rattles
the houses,
and shake
the skeletal trees;
they hunger for
warmth
through emaciated
limbs as they
brush against my
rufescent face.
I survey the
frost of the broken
valley.
In death
the surroundings
seethe in
white as my
blood pools and
congeals with the
waste of the rivers.
