Snowfall

Dear horror story, my dear old friend,

black

charred dust

You scooped out my guts.

The tree limbs screamed out to me in the frosty, toe-bitten night.

Charred brain liquid,

The moon hits my heart like a deep monster river.

Mississippi waters, black, muddy and deep

Gloss over my haughty blues like a gash in my soul.

Horror story, repeat like a reel that I replayed, that you set off as mirror like catacombs

Eating me alive slowly as I felt the reflection cast off bad shadows, haunting my tears and blessings as an hackneyed kiss.

Dear old friend, my sweet horror story,

Where do you stop and where do I begin,

I can’t seem to remember what I am

Where we merged,

And why that slow snowfall clinging on the window

In that pitch dark sky

Whispers more about you than me,

Horror story,

And why I am

My own worst enemy.

❤️,

Me.