Snow-Fort
©January 17th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
I am silent now.
Still my speech bursts forth from me
Steaming into space.
Breath escapes, rising
Wraith-like into the cold air,
Gets pulled into shreds.
Snow comes down like breath.
Like words encased in woollens,
Snow falls, muffled, soft.
With snowfall comes cold.
With the cold arrives numbness.
With numbness comes death.
I’ll build a snow-fort
And in it, I’ll start a fire
Keeping wolves at bay.
If my snow-fort melts
I’ll rebuild it, pack it tight,
Word by frigid word.
And when morning comes
And I’m stretched out cold and still
Leave me be, leave me.
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