Winter’s Maw by Vermin (Patreon)

Swaddled in the solipsistic quiet of a winter night

Cold and soft is its settling hunger

An unbroken blanket of yawning peach clouds

Fat with rolls of snow

Winter weeps down my warm cheeks

She dips my fingers in her makeup box

And pinches my nose and lips a stinging pink

Her quiet sigh plays songs in the icicled branches

A glittering chorus of cold

Heavy is her footstep but silent the tread

As she buries Autumn’s bodies

To be thawed out in Spring