There Is No Queen of Winter

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

You'll taste frostbite in my kisses
and woodsmoke on my breath,
but you will never feel the fire
because it has suffered a frozen death.
I am hateful winter moons
glaring coldly at your soul
and yes I hate it
Yes I hate you
I hate everything I know.

There is no Queen of Winter
Only Winter, nothing more.
Winter mornings, Winter evenings,
Winter scratching at your door,
Winter howling in the treetops,
Winter clawing at your eyes,
Winter gnawing on your flesh,
Winter crawling up your thighs.

There are no dreams of spring here-
there are no dreams allowed.
Winter only dreams of little
screams beneath white shrouds.
I am the darkest winter shadow,
here to complicate your soul
because I hate it
Yes I hate you
I hate everything I know.

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