dust

dust
it has warmed up to 7̊F.
seems the ink in my pen
should freeze and burst.
i think you are trying
to wrap my heart
in cold, trying to make
me shatter into dust
so you will not have
to face the mess
you left in your wake
all these years.
the bad news is i
am dust which will
coat the lining of your
lungs and poison you
and i do not want
to hurt even a man
who hates me.


A note for my metric-speaking friends, 7°F is about -14C. Winters here can be quite cold, dry, and windy. I see solid ice evaporate with no liquid phase regularly.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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