Bonechiller

Bonechiller

 

Rattles the ribs,

Chills the bones,

 

Breaks through the barrier of flesh

Sticking its knife like fingers

 

Into my skin,

Like a fresh baby.

 

I welcome the chill

But not without him

 

Nipping my nose

Hastily raising the hairs

 

On my whole self.

Leaves swirl around my feet

 

His way to greet me

As I happily let him in.

 

My eyes close,

Like a rose does when

 

She sleeps,

Against the powerful winds

 

But I force them open to welcome

The cold.

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