winter

Winter comes but once a year
At dusk today, again, one-third of the sky fell
You’d known it all along but done nothing
The crystal schism wore at your insides like a piece of glass inside your hand
And the shards and steel parts had become more a part of yourself than flesh and bone
Punching numbers with your forehead you tried to escape too late
There was only one way out
But fire melted every passion until love became drudgery
And birth a death knell
No longer drowning, you consented to wade forever in the shallow end

11.02.09