that feel of nothing
From past frostbite.
Every winter is the same,
No family, no friends, no love,
Just the pain of the freezing cold winds
That burn like frozen fire on my bare skin.
But this winter,
I’m going to shake things up a bit.
Instead of the old stench of rotten clothes
And greasy hair,
I will enjoy a fresh fragrance of apple pie and
Instead of viewing, much to my displeasure,
The disgusting faces of the others,
I will see a bright Christmas tree,
Decorated perfectly with shiny ornaments and glitter.
But for this dream to come true, I will need a house…
Get rid of the family!
I can hear my brain shouting at the top of its nonexistent lungs,
Get rid of the family! Take over the house!
The blade is warm and sticky with crimson;
The color of delicious, sweet, melted gumdrops!
I lick the bizarre liquid and the taste of iron fills my mouth.
Not as tasty as the Christmas pudding waiting for me…
I’m glad I had this idea, truly!
The family sings carols as I hack them down!
“HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SING”
I laugh as I gobble down the ham,
The pudding, the mashed potatoes…
The Best Christmas
I’ve ever had.
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