sometimesihatemycat

This morning I woke
Cradled under layers of
Antiseptic snow
I wish that I had stayed
Pure and packed in ice today
Melting hurts too much
Best to light me up
Cleansing fast by fire instead
The ashes for my bed

-a.r.

~ by April on November 14, 2014.

Posted in Family, Identity, Marriage, Poetry
Tags: Cleanse, Fire, ice, Passion, poetry, Pure, Purify, Safety, Snow