snowflake,
your eyes drift away from the chimneys,
falling to where the two souls stand,
hand in hand, as your sisters fall from the
skies, wondering where are we? who are we?

lost in a world of white, tempos persisting bleakly in
a icy haze, the delicate web of human trust be
ruptured by the airy fabrication where one plies
the chuckling ice with the toes of their boots.

all too new to these feelings swimming in the
pit of emotions, his lips sting hers; the remnant
of his linger as the snowflakes tickle her eyelashes.
she's white as the snow around her, pale as torn
paper, as he pulls his angel to his own warm body,

[I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please let go of her]

their sweaters tickle their wrists, laughter breezes
their tongues, as they lean together to kiss,
as i lean back with the tears dancing in my eyes.

[what did I do wrong? how often did I need to say those
three words?]

a chill of severance, hearing above droopy heads the
shrug of unreal wings as no answer swings side
to side like the tick of a clock above a fireplace.

believing in the accusation of I'm not saying it
is your fault, yet you could have done something
more replaces the realms of truth.

vanity and its sweet bitterness coat my own lips,
isolated from yours, as I watch you wave goodbye to the
angel whose lips have turned bright red—blaring out
in the snow like a warning sign.

light is upon waking hours, infected with the
gloom of a dreary dream, composed from the unconscious;
sipping the antidote, sipping you like a warm
chocolate drink covered by salt, by bitter memories,
by you. odium, abhorrence, live until you cannot
breathe, for as our eyes meet, I whispered one line.
                                                                                           "you seem s