MOTHER FROST

i can feel myself rotting,
from the inside and out.
bare skin turned to glycerin;
i will never find a way away from the doubt.

your touch only soothes the bruises you've made.
your skin is rough, spiky, like a cactus covered in scars.
even though you hurt me, i welcome you with open arms.
you feel like a chilling wind down my spine,
and it's safe to say i wish i was gone.

you can take my body and put it in with your collection:
cold, soulless,
empty.

swallow me whole in your snowstorm.

01/26/23
- ch.rlie