I hate the cold.

Frost tipped tendrils

sinking into my skin

and deep in my bones

Each flake that falls

yet another unique individual

coming to claw its way into my world

drifting ever sweetly to my

trust bared flesh

Surrounds you in seemigly

unadultered love,

then lulls you to sleep

turning you against yourself

as your body slows and decays.

I hate the cold

its uncaring turned shoulder

the indifference, the inhumanity

the unknowing, unloving.

pushing down my shoulders

slowly pressing its icicle

into my heart

I am alone, cold, and barren

unaware of my own demise

left to seek warmth in myself

and in my ever failing spirit

Curled in on myself with no

love to wrap around.

to warm

and be warmed by their life,

sustained by their presence.

I hate the cold.