Locked In Snowflakes.

I thought the air could never fly up my neck,
yet here it chains me
as if my voice is made of vinegar and
frozen oil.
I can taste no alternative.

My emotions are like the movements of a willow-
not hesitant to be swiftly changing,
but somehow prisoner to the hands of
new seasons.....
I cannot take another midnight
of being bitten by the unbearable chills.

No breath can make me inhale,
no reassurance can make me exhale.
I asphyxiate by enclosing my heart
upon the choking atmosphere-
of a world gone without spirit....
for I can no longer find you
where I first knew the snowfall.

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Written December 19, 2011.