☀ ☀Avalanche//Picture Poetry ☀ ☀

Glove

I'm so desperate for love.

I wish it would wrap around me like the glove

I lost so many winters ago.

But that winter didn't go

as I thought it would.

I tried all I could

to make his heart warm

like the way that the wood

in the fireplace made me feel.

But he made me feel like a worm

and my mum was a worm too.

And on that day the devil made me a deal

he said, with such strength that I had to kneel,

"I will save you from his grasps,

if you make it through the hell I will throw at you."

And with my heart in my throat, I prepared to decline,

with a voice that would have come in heavy rasps,

but before I knew it, up he flew

past the incline

of the Olympic Mountains

so my hands unclasp

and I stare up at the frothing fountains

of the hell so eagerly promised to me.

I turn to flee, I feel unfree but

I will make it through.