Blizzard.

Winter, so newly awakened after all these years,

rages outside my door. She batters her hands against the walls,

pinning us inside.

Ghouls with perfect smiles interrupt our distractions on the flickering screen,

to tell us that we’re going to freeze to death, feeding us our medicine.. 

fear like an oily serpent, goes down easy.

Tonight, while the house huddles in their beds, I want to strip off my clothing.

I want to walk outside, and let her claim me.

One frozen lamb, 

to lull her to sleep.

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