winter is running wild down frozen streets
of frozen dreams and ice jams blocking
up the rivers. winter laughs and dances,
twirls her hair on a string, tickles the whiskers
of a rat creeping through the dank alleyway.
nothing is safe from winter's grasp. broken dreams
lay along the frozen streets unable to laugh or
dance or jam. they lay like so many rats in
frozen breath dead with laughter seething
upon curled lips. winter's string lays broken
into whiskers of dank cotton. wildly, winter
skates along the rivers into brilliant spring.
~sapphoq
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