My Biggest Mistake

Unpacked Snow

Inspired by Jeanann Verlee's "Exit Wound"

You lied.
We were once something.
I thought I loved you,
But you lied.

You are the flame.
I am gas.
You consume me.
My waking thoughts,
You steal my nights.

I am a newborn chick.
You broke my fragile protection.
Now, I scurry away from peoples' feet,
trying desperately to survive.

You are thunder.

When I yell of what you have done,
you drown me out.

I am the flower,
You are the summer heat.
I thirst.
You kill ne,
Choke me as I wither
and die.

You take pleasure in
the suffering you cause me,
making sure I will never forget your name.

The wind. You. . . are the wind.
You take away my breath.
You steal my warmth,
Leave me numb and shivering.

You are the sweat on a summer day,
the wet snow that will not make a snowman.

You are the ice that I slip on, and I think I see stars.

You are unwillingly willung.
The man in the ambulance.
You are "No."

You are nothing, empty.

You are everything.