The powder mask,
whose white disguises me,
Snow like, covers me hole,
Engulfs me, like a windstorm,
And yet I breath,
Oh how much I wish it would just take me.
Summon me to a place where I can no longer remember.
Remember why I felt the need to leave at all.
Yet I've changed,
The words which once strengthened my physique,
Strangle my accomplishments, to a standstill,
a hault in my history, to leave time, space,
To change. When all around me is pushing,
Walls around me closing, white, bright and yet destructive, dangerous.
The whiteness blends, until an aurora of crimson spews out of my chest.
The walls of a once perfect frost,
Now are laced with a tormented loss.
And so those nights where I sleep so still.
I wait for my words to then forfill,
Those fantasies of mine. |
Submission Name: A perfect frost.
