The winter smells of
blood,
a rich urgent color
perfectly fresh and
my very essence beckoned to me,
seductive.
The herald of bad news,
of disaster
and scars
yet cold, white burning
pleasure.
The winter smells of
blood,
a rich urgent color
perfectly fresh and
my very essence beckoned to me,
seductive.
The herald of bad news,
of disaster
and scars
yet cold, white burning
pleasure.