Black ice
By Regis Houlier
Black ice, the villain of
Winter
Always incognito
Hiding, Waiting for me. Wanting me
To slip into its trap
Creeping up right under me
And right when I get near it
When I least expect it
It springs to attack
Shooting me
Across its villainess body
SCARING ME
And slamming
Me to the ground like
A nail
Laughing at me
With its cold heart
As I limp away
In pain
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Amazingnutmeg12
Oct 09, 2018
This poem is so relatable. ;)