frozen

this could be her
hell indeed

the wind whips
with rage hers

reflects with equal
force of course

time is moving
change, inevitable

but her sleep is
deprived

and they all
need her to be
what she simply needs
a
break
from
being
for a minute
or two

isn't that obvious?

waffles each and every
meal for an entire day?

laundry backed up
several?

nipples bitten down
to nubs with overuse?

take them
take me
take it all

i have nothing
else to give
and i need a
rebirth.

hell is a terrible
metaphor buried
beneath this snow,
my heart.