That Snow That Comes Once a Year
A Poem by Kolten Slaughter
Frostbitten roses-
The same color
At the end of my nose.
That rosy hue which
Scatters across my face
And around my ears.
I’m in pain - my senses invisible -
But I don’t care,
I don’t care.
I walk back inside
For some hot chocolate
And a warm bath.