Snow.
Snow falls thick in these woods,
suffocating life,
Fossilizing corpses,
Our icy tomb.
Ice.
Ice forms daggers,
Gripped tight by barren trees.
Like Caesar,
We pay them no mind.
Cabins.
Cabins built from frozen wood,
Windows more ice than glass.
The hearth warm our bodies,
The solitude melts our minds.
Us.
Our Bloodshot eyes, empty stomachs,
Enraged hearts, shattered souls.
Lashing out at the slightest irk,
Trapped in our box of hate.
Him.
He is warm on my skin,
The blood washes the tears.
He is warm on my lips,
The flesh fills my stomach.