ALEUTIAN WINDS

ALEUTIAN WINDS

Your cold words cut through me

Like an Aleutian wind

Penetrating the recesses

of my protective cocoon

Chilling me to the bone

Insides churning

My thoughts, an eternal fog

Unable to function

I can’t see reason

Instead, seeking Isolation

Inside a ring of fire which now surrounds me

The harshness of the cold unable to penetrate

As I remember those last words 
now frozen, and hanging in the air
my heart 
and tears
slowly begin to thaw

© Teresa / Divinia 25^th January 2014