You're brittle and straining
Transparent and weak.
A ghost of a smile
Fading before your poisoned eyes,
A skeleton locked in a treasure cove.
You live amongst valleys and ridges and mountains.
Not hills, rounded and lush and lovely
But thrusting peaks
Sharp and wicked and demanding
Living in a world defined by
Our fragility and consumed with our anxiety
Running circles in a vortex of questions and jests
The accusing and self-depricating who love to hear themselves speak.
We'd better hibernate come winter,
Curl ourselves away
From the owl's eyes and mudwasp lies.
Hide so the cruel, bitter wind doesn't
Whisk us off with the rest of the
Now why the tears, my tender snowflake?
They drink in your fineness.
They all call you thin.
Don't remind me.