Curse for the Winter Weatherman

The wind whips through your body,

crushes your will, kills your spirit.

Demons of black ice chase you down,

fury in their shattered snow scraper eyes.

Hell has frozen over this mortal plane!

Curse the wind, let it fly through your tangled hair,

this malediction of frozen fear that glues your eyes shut,

shall burn your fingertips with frostbite.

Crack! Your body falls to the ground,

the ice beneath shall give way to heavy silence,

icicles will sew your loud mouth shut, 

silence the shrieks and screams welling up in your chest

your teeth will fall out like clinking dimes.

Curse this blasted winter, curse your lying tongue!

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741