Snowy Mondays

Soft ice fell lightly from the sky
and brought with it the grey days
of not knowing, and sick
sexuality hung from the ceiling
like so many forgotten
childhood drawings, thankless.

Ice Queen

Icicles dripped from your eyelashes, breaking your ebony skin so slightly.
I wondered if you could feel it.

A growl like glaciers scraping against each other set my teeth on edge.
I must remember that I am a lioness.

You threw the biting wind at me, tearing at my offensive porcelain skin.
I angled my chin defiantly and bared my teeth.

You poured nitrogen down my throat, making me swallow every last drop.
It burned like fire, blistering my calm.

Snow swirled around you as if you commanded it, but it is only an illusion.
You control nothing.

Don’t forget.