Creeping inside my skull
Long tendrils of bitter cold
Sliding down my spine
Slowly moving along each vertebra
wrapping around over stimulated nerves
Worming it’s way into my chest
Sadness unspeakable unfathomable
irreverent of the daily fight
against the tide of melancholy most insistent
Breathe in the roses
Blow out the candle
There is only onwards.
Kayt
