What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 | Page 8

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Boreal

by Regina Guisto

She is winter she is

she'll grab your skin and nibble with fresh teeth

a curious dog descended from wolves who once knew the heat of blood

the way it slips from your lips

a scratch, rabid

black talon-branches grab for your skin

a hint of despair

a hint of need, animalistic in its display.

It’s the wind that bites

a thousand arrows let loose by artemis, not missing you once

She has the aim of a thousand angels behind her. clear eyes unfogged by snow.

she doesn't melt the flakes, she exists separate from them.

You should stay inside the weatherman reminds you every hour. Declaration

gone unheeded you seek out your desire sinking your tires into slush the ice is

covered by mush. Such so that your car sweeps sideways, windshield glazed

over with frost. All is lost , costing you some time in a ditch

And you won't be alone for long because you know she's there. Out here, with

the cold stars behind her