Zoe Crout Poet Free verse

Winter had Beautiful Skin

Winter used to be my dog
She’s not here anymore
And Winter was very beautiful
I still wish we kept her skin

Dad said he did what he could
But I honestly think it’s a lie
Winter always had cold hands
But that's not why she would die

If I’m being honest
But you can’t tell the secret
I wish Winter was still alive
That way instead, I could die

My dad says I have pretty skin
It’s warm colored and heated within
Winter didn’t have warm skin like me
I honestly wish that she did

And my dad has a gun
He hides it in a cold metal box
It’s right next to his bed
I would show it to you 
But I’m banned from touching it

One time though,
When he wasn’t around
I poked it
I did
And please don’t tell
But it had cold skin

I think he didn’t want me around the cold
So, I hid in my blankets
To chase away the ghosts

Do you think Winters a ghost
Do you think that she's still cold
If she were alive
Then she would be old
I know this because
Dogs get old
Seven times faster than us

Her cold hands might be warm now
But mine will get gross
I know my pretty skin
Comes at a cost

I really miss her most days
But I still smile
When the memories fade

She was very beautiful
Did I say
She told me once
That when she’d passed away
I can take all her beauty from her

But I think that's sad

Winter was a dog
And I am a lamb
I don’t bark
So why am I mad

I’m a lamb
My dad says it
All of the time

I’m a lamb
And lambs
Are cute
They don’t cry

Winter was a very good dog
Even though she was cold
I’m very warm though
I have to grow old.

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