Cameron Erno
11-1-12

Winter

The white needles fall from the sky
Sticking my face and my eyes as I walk
Along the monochrome field, inhaling the
Ice while my lungs freeze over

The searing white of the ground
Taking the glare and shooting it at me
My exhale is made known
But my presence is not

The ice fills my boots, my gloves,
My hat and my coat as well
The numbness and the
Tingles are turning into throbs

Am I mad for this means of suicide?
The weather shows discrimination to no one
Making cheecks and extremedies numb and
Red

Dusting the flakes off my skin
I shed my shell and become bare
Lying in the stunning white
As the monochrome field devours me