Frank+Erica

__ Cold, Dark Winter __ White frosting gradually covers my world. You seep into my thoughts for the first time in weeks. Just the sight of the mystic flurries captivates me. I start to understand why you’re obsessed. After emerging from the constant clangor of the house, I shut the door and all becomes quite, peaceful. My ears strain to hear the children two houses down But the blanket of snow seems to dampen their laughs of joy. I am in your world now. The color is blinding. It blocks all else out. Being alone starts to mean something else to me. I am fixated on the glistening crystals trickling down As they attempt to hide the world as I know it. Everything tingles. It’s almost soothing. The longer I remain out, the more infatuated I find myself. In a way, I understand why you’re hooked. But things are starting to not register in my frozen skull. I am going numb in my fingers, my toes. Fear consumes me. The white frosting morphs into a grey dust. My vision blurs. I do not like your world. It is too bitter here, why do you like it this way? You lied to me, this world is not amusing. The snow does not block my problems, it only creates more. I am scared, nervous. I want to leave. Keep your snow, your cold, dark winter. I do not understand your addiction anymore.