I just wrote this in my head while riding the Peloton and watching the snow making me a hostage in my house in the #615. I tried to keep all the words together until I got to my phone. I'm terrified to put my stuff out there, but I guess today's as good day as any…What do you think?
Snowed In
We woke up to a fluffy white world
After sleeping like marshmallows
melted over a flame.
The snow was still falling
fat and wet
but looked warm and inviting
like a crisp blank page
next to a thermos of coffee
We were in no hurry to unlock
limbs that twisted together
during the night like wet laundry
tossing around the dryer looking for safety
But there was no safety
Inexplicably
you started to poke and peel
the scabs of wounds
only you know I have
Why today?
Why now?
when the world was fresh
pure
and silent
Why
did you make me drop
fat red blood
on that promise
as I reached for an icicle
Smooth and shiny
Too close
Too cold
Too close
Too cold
I stick to the ice
my hand wrapping the icicle
like a dagger
I hear every snowflake
as it covers my losses
hiding the blood
Freezing shut my scars
and soul
Too close
Too cold
Too close
Too cold
The ice dagger
will protect me
until spring
slips it out of my grasp
and I can run away
again
Boo, this is incredible. I wasn't expecting the turn at the end which makes it really deep, raw and honest. This one really hit me :
"until spring
slips it out of my grasp
and I can run away
again".
Keep writing, Boo - the world needs you.
I'd say keep them coming my talented new acquaintance! Nice to find you, Boo.