Snow is something that happens
when it is dark
and hungry.
It snows in me never when i am alone,
always when i am in the presence of something soft
and palpable
that isn't yet within my grasp.
It gets closer.
Snows fall heavier and quieter within me.
Ignoring the weather sirens is harder with each approaching blizzard.
One of these days it will snow and blanket me from the inside out. And we will stay outside and i will cover you in hot powdery chill until we can't see anymore and it melts the both of us. It melts the both of us from the inside out.