Winters were meant to be cold just like frost showers my fate

Wind-scraped cheeks and honey-spun floss, cavities aching, taking root, raming into

Sweet, soft earth, a need for escape from your sugarless lies and rubber smiles

Quelling a thirst for lovely pink vengeance, sand salting the water on dry skin in painful mourning

Of an ecosystem brushed with the unknown, sparkling with redemption and stories tucked beneath the waves

For love, for hope, so strained, so strong it stretches my green-vied mind until it snaps like shattered glass and broken memories

Trapped beneath ancient spindles, claw the ground and snap with vintage gold

Never told again