Hush!
So red upon untainted snow
Your feet so clean and wholesome but
Steps branded by grief.
Chin deep in depression like a water
Against that raging, oceanic tide you swim
With no avail.
You burn with desire for fire
The fire of something supposedly wonderful, love
But the only thing alive is the blood painted kitchen
Burn, burn everything.
Burn the
The ties of those known
Severed like the crisp winter stalks
Not responding, not emanating a
Radiance of life.
Burn the
Letters of home and mother
The words, the comfort!
So very far away.
So it’s hot enough to be cold.
So burn.
Burn.
