Tantrum

I sought to
drown a turtle in his
blood and speak
the language native
to no one.
I browned the meat over
the fire and
prepared it with
my hope and dreams.
it shook and pressed and
boiled gray like the sky.
the wind picked up
and the snow fell.
We held onto what
we though but
it was not aenough
for we soon blew
away in the wind as well.
It carried you away from me
and I sat bewildered waiting for
you to return. I remembered the
memories we created.
sat still.
stunned
silent.
I crept to my bed
and wept till
my eyes bled black and spiraled into
an abyss of cold.

I lay in cold.
It swept over my bones
and stung my skin.
stung the skin.
skin was dark and frost bitten.

and you returned to mend my
bruises,
giving me a blanket to
heat myself with.
and lending your arms to comfort my
eternally shattered soul.

I called the name but you
were gone again.
it must have been
a placebo that I felt
run down my throat.
hot and
without a healing power
but to lend my mind
a dream of wellness.

the blanket remained, however
and your smell was fresh on it.
a smell of freshness fresh on everything.

stung
wild
pray style
style of marked purpose
unholy holiness
brackish sweetness.
tortured reminders of sickness
tickles in the fickle
heart.