This Cold...

This cold gets in your veins
seeps through your skin
creeps
keeps
frozen jolting beats
constant, dripping pain.

When it burns
you come to learn
that this cold is taking turns
not a parallel
or chiming bell
but a sudden glimpse
of what-the-hell?

Red cheeks
swollen face
iced up hair and lashes
doubled up people
fast feet, mad dashes.

Inside an emptiness is real, won't be heated.
Blood won't get pumping and disturb the pain.
You need to move or it won't be defeated
and the stubborn snow won't sleet into rain.

When it fades
you think it was made
up in your mind, you look away
snow never fell
you just can't tell
when waters run
oh what-the-hell!

Red cheeks
sweating spring
tied back hair and skirts
laid back daze
fickle feet, seasoned play.

This cold gets in your veins
seeps through your skin
creeps
keeps
frozen jolting beats
constant, dripping pain.