I am snowed-in between two white lids,
drawing no breath from acid kisses
burning in cold forgetfulness. I hide like a
stillborn child, no windows to see what is there.
I have escaped, stepping from my skin,
effacing dark crimes that enter another year,
guilty of blood on their mind. Fear's wild eyes
are no less a devil, coffined in the icy earth.
A miasma of trauma quickens into birth,
biting emotions carnivorously, sick with
what is swallowed. Storm of fear so close,
relinquish your hold; no more dying need
be done, leading into winter once again.
Copyright 2008, Alexis Child. All Rights Reserved.
Published in New Voices
of Horror Magazine
April 2008 Issue
&
Reprinted in
Phobia Anthology One
May 2009
& Featured in The Horror Zine
April issue, 2015
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