He crept up on me

When it was too hot

Blood trickling from my nose

Kissing the wood


Knees sinking into

Layers of misty snow

A quaver in my voice

Stolen by the frost

     Along with untold values

Curled up in a ball

My limbs compressed

A whimper

     Scorching my heart

Aimless  sleep

In another chaos of

     Granite and carelessness

Sneaking in through the window

On the small of my back

Pressing the cold vulnerability




Alice Bellan