2012-11-09T00:00:52-08:00November 9th, 2012|Nature|

The beast of winter

Nothing happened today
except a beast
with sharp teeth
made a nest in my ribcage

he lives there every year
during the cold months
scraping his fangs
across my lungs

when I shiver
it’s him
shaking the ice
off his wet mouth

you can spot us
the girls that winter
has crawled into

arms crossed
jaws clenched
lingering on top of street grates
like vagabonds
letting the hot air from the subway below
lick our feet

it will be a hundred moons or more
before we are rescued
by the sun

before this ruthless biting
melts away.

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