I was given this picture prompt back in December and let my brain wander to dark pastures.
happy families
childhood’s fingers claw at
my brain
taking hold of that part of me which
survived
dragging my thoughts into winter
the screams
brittle as ice
that battled inside of me
force their way
into the air
they slash and scratch
at my face and arms
a loop of festive tunes
plays like a dirge
snowmen snarl and hiss
child catchers in action
breaking this
little girl
taking this
little girl
killing this
little girl
winter
for all your false beauty
i know the depth of your
evil
i’ve witnessed it
tasted its bitterness
recoiled at the
rotting stench of
happy families
and i need you no more
the shade in which i live
is bearable
and there are moments
i feel the sun
warming my shoulders
touching my skin with
fresh beginnings
and in those moments my
barren dreamscapes
become fruitful and
full of life
The Writer In Me . . . 