I am feeling very strongly about the chilling frost
that kisses the marrow of my tarsals and metatarsals,
a wintry storm of snowflakes passing between red-coated friends;
the nails in the floorboard oxidize, and turn blue-
blue, the faint colour of snow that appears so crystalline white and pure.
The cavernous room, host to waltzing blood cells and antibodies,
turns down the thermostat-thereby chasing out the guests.
The guests become frigid, and they cannot put their jackets on, or climb under the covers of their many rooms-
Brain, stomach, heart, and various other organ hotels turn their lights off. The winter fog in the vein-y streets
coats the cavernous town.
The ecosystem perishes.
