Heather T

ice queen

 

 

 

my world was a globe

and you shook it

 

with careless and clenched teeth

 

I had forgotten how to bleed

 

burned snowblind against the blank

unending space of your landscape

coagulating sanguine flakes

refused to leak across the page

words were strangled in my veins

 

those black branches screaming

in the bleak unpulsing dark

 

shiverless

unkissed

 

spidering every corner

of the statue's gray lips

 

she spat her frigid words

like many glass house stones

and we shattered into splinters

into many splintered bones

 

frozen in their spheres

clicking bitter sleet

 

and nothing grows

no

nothing

 

nothing grows between her feet

 

now I can't feel my fingers

in this bloodless avalanche

I stopped digging through your arteries

to find their labyrinths blanched

 

congealed in one pale place

where rage is a cold

cold thing

 

I am mad

and violent winter

I am

the queen

  • Author: Heather T (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2018 17:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • FredPeyer

    Heather, this must be the best description of winter I ever read. I got cold just reading it! Well done!

    • Heather T

      Thanks. I'm ready for flip-flops!

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      wow.. this is ever so expressive heather! i love how you have spoken of winter as the ice queen , and given her such a cold, cruel and uncaring nature... enjoyed reading this , your wording is great

      • Heather T

        Thank you, yellow rose! Maybe we all have a touch of the queen inside, given the right conditions.



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