The Night is Crying

You are cold

The kind of cold that

Tears through your skin

Flies up your arms

And slams itself

Deep

In your

Heart

Slashing

it’s wild nails

At your bones

I scream at the top of my lungs, overcome with annoyance. I lift a flipper, and shove my brother splash into the icy water. Serves him right. That greedy guy would do anything for the last silverfish.

The storm has arrived;

It’s breath steals mine

And makes 

the wind shriek

The storm has arrived;

It smothers my warmth

And makes 

The fires die