Devil's Cocaine
Make no mistake
snowflakes are not angel lace
or the tapestry of miracles
they're devil blades.
Drifting to earth to set the spinning metal in the mind
Turn life into a pair of pit viper eyes.
Slide you into the grave away from paradise.
Before you've made peace with your maker?
Snowflakes are white leeches.
Bloody lips anchored to shovel and spade-
Twisting ancient backs into candy canes.
Rip the heart from its throbbing cage...
Little white daggers of misery.
Hanging like devil's snot from Christmas trees.
Freezing little fingertips, churning eyes to charcoal.
Turning ponds to blue ice crypts.
At night when all is asleep, they dance-chant in a swirl.
White witches hiding their black ice sins.
Knitting snow white caps to warm your tombstone...
Snowflakes are the devil's cocaine.
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