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Fairy Lights

In the frigid darkness of winter, the fairy lights will reflect in your glazed eyes.

By Silver DauxPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
Christmas tree with Christmas lights.

Tumbling down, fluttering on a cold arctic gale,

It arrives.

The tormenting emptiness of yesterday’s memories

Kiss my eyelashes with ice and snow

And cling

To reddened, raw cheeks numb to the snarling wind,

Immune to the treacherous trails of ice

Tracking down to blue lips covered in broken whimpers,

The spilled blood of last year.

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For now, it is winter, and the word blossoms on my tongue.

It is beautiful in this vast wasteland of white.

Carcasses lie untouched, sleeping peacefully with fur that

Dances delicately in the crosswinds.

The winter tide that brushes across the barren earth

Touched by blue moonlight, painted with diamonds,

Pets their warm skeletons and welcomes the dead

Into the open,

Forgiving arms of naked oak trees.

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The pines and the firs and even the maples stand dark

Against the blinding world turned to all that glitters.

In their stark nakedness, they spiderweb across the bleak sky,

Fracturing the blazing monotony of white.

When a great gale whips down from the North

They shudder. Creak. Bemoan their struggles.

Never do they crack.

Not the way my frozen bones have splintered

Tucked beneath my flesh.

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Raging tufts of white call to me as slivers

Of silver moonlight, fragmented by the sky,

Slice across my face with unyielding hunger

For warm blood, not yet dead dreams.

And I cannot help but wonder, will this be the place

My eyes turn skyward and watch the sunrise

For the last time?

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Laid bare in the snow, a white casket with burial flowers

Tumbling from the heavens,

Stretched across the tundra and vanishing into a bundle

Of wool and leather and stolen fur,

Will that be how I am remembered?

A bookmark between the pages of January

With crystal decorating my skin so cold and frozen

That it reflects the flashing holiday lights of meteorites.

The Christmastime fairy lights.

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Silver Serpent Books

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About the Creator

Silver Daux

Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.

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