winter
always envious
launched a
last ditch
effort to
remindnorthtexas
she is watching
bitter claws
caressing
leaving
hoarfrostedkisses
on goosepimpled
flesh

i long
to spend the
entirety of
the weekend
cuddled up
beneath a
soft blanket
but the madness
screams for
output

i will be
dead
sooner
rather than
later and
perhaps the
chill is as
muchacceptance
as winter

too many thoughts
die with me
stories left
untold
so small things
like happiness
are secondary
in the need to
exorcise as many
demons as i can
to haunt the world
long after my
body returns to
dust

been ignored
long enough
i learned how
to squash pain
into a whetstone
to sharpen my
quill and stab
the eyes of
eternity