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Winter’s Gift
by Christina Sng
On the coldest night
You die in your bed,
With me curled snugly
Around your neck.
The chill in me stays.
It will not dissipate.
I see snowflakes
Coalesce around your head.
I stumble to the kitchen
To find food from the fridge
But it is impossible to claw open—
My paws have no grip.
The blizzard outside
Slams against the roof,
Screaming for us to die.
Why?
I don’t know why.
I’ll never understand
The cruelty of nature.
The cruelty of life.
I return to you,
Statue-stiff and blue,
Curling back
Around your neck,
I don’t hear
The windows crack
Nor see the snow
Flood in,
Nor the monsters
Attack.
When spring comes back
After an eternity of frost,
And the avalanche on us
Eventually dissolves,
You wake me up,
Holding me close
As we walk outside,
Light as ghosts.
Fiction © Copyright Christina Sng
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Christina Sng:
A Collection of Nightmares
Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s A Collection of Nightmares is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.
These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.
Dream carefully.
You’ve already made your bed.
The nightmares you have now will not be kind.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.
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Very creepy. I loved it.
Thank you so much for your lovely words! 😀
Beautiful!
A darkly poignant poem.
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Chilling and lovely words!