iridescent winter - pull me in; your ice is like a dream.
paint my feet with your crimson ire,
fill my veins and arteries with nacreous wind,
silver, like a vision, like silk sheets.
it feels like an ending; grey, sultry, and redundant
but it burns and burns and i will wear your heart
like a suit of armor because then i cannot thaw.
YOU ARE READING
motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
