Twist

by Steve Mitchell

frost wrath
frost
a twist

the knife

a dead man’s
touch it’s
tug and pluck
you shrug

you flee

arms
lash and dash

hard
cold
tears

with
bitter
gusts

a scream

in your nose
those

fangs at your toes
you run

you run

and fall
light falls

you cry
for peace

you beg
for sleep

you fall
you fall
until

such
time not
your heart

your breath

you open
your eyes

awake
at last
and
find

you find

it

was

all

just

not

a

dream

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2014

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