Neena' s Room

long nails - in the way
cut them off . . . to the bone.
Dark blood - bleeding. always an obstruction.
heat and sweat.
red wine after taste. Rings on two fingers.
Pulling, constricting. Can't stop twisting them.
curly hair and painted nails
this is not me. or is it.
drinking red wine of course.
only red liquid touches these lips.
beautiful red - blood red liquid replenishes me.
a long walk home awaits me. not ready to leave, not yet.

Sitting in beautiful's room
black hair with dyed blond bangs.
nose ring and brown skin.
gorgeous brown vegan eyes.
I'll always love you.

We met
(forever ago)
and you're my heart;
in my soul.
Sitting in your room, listening to you talk
about people i'll never meet; about people i'll never know
and I wouldn't be any where else but here
with you.

Snowy White

He pulls on his woollen hat and wraps his knitted scarf
'round his neck; preparing for
the bitter chill just outside the door.
He places his feet inside his red boots
and his mommy starts to lace them, but he is too big for that.
"No mommy! My turn! My turn!" he cries. And he begins to tie
his boots. He can't quite get it right. The laces won't stay tied.
Determined to do it himself, he refuses his mommy's help.
Finally, they stay knotted and he is ready to brace the frosty wind.

He runs outside to join his friends.
Rolling snow, and building forts.
Smack! A snowball hits his face.
First he cries, then he laughs and throws
his own snowball.

Snow sculptures spread across the snowy-white lawns
and as the parents step outside to call their children inside for
hot chocolate, the weather doesn't seem quite so cold or unfriendly.

Winter is upon us!

Wrapped with hats, mitts, scarves.
Stomping feet on Crunchy snow.
Cold breeze on my face.

Red cheeks; wat'ry eyes.
Strolling through the white flurry.
Frigid gusts twirling.

Wii, wii, wii all the way home

In the nocturnal hours,
Braving temperatures dropping below -20 degrees celcius,
they gathered together.
Huddled in between doors, barely room to sit,
they waited with baited breath.
For hours the mass squished together; laughing and fretting together.
Forced to wait the last lap outside, they stood clustered together for warmth.
Hopping and jumping to keep their toes from freezing.

Then the Strangers approached.
They are not part of the group; they do not belong here.
unwanted. unwanted.
Anxiety grew among them. but they held together - using their numbers to beat of the surging waves.
Light began to rise up from the earth.
The sun arose to light their way, but with it came bitter cold winds, trying to thwart their efforts. Trying to make them abandon their quest. But they remainded strong.
Undaunted by the chill.

At last their efforts were rewarded.

At last Wii are victorious!