Frostbite

Have you ever watched the snow falling; when every flake is coming towards you in slow motion? It must be attracted to the warmth of your skin or maybe the sound of your laugh. Unless that’s just me. Crisp flakes with real definition carved from harshing cold swindle around the cold that cut me: you there, standing there, smiling. If you were anyone else, you’d be long gone by now- blown away by the blizzard. But you’re too immune: a gust of hot air in the cool wind, always wreaking havoc. Although, it goes, my head shakes as I extend my arms, inviting your chill into my soul.