Avalanche

ater atra atrum

My dreams cold and my skin tingles
as your icy hands slithered behind my neck
can someone let me out of this burning shackles
before this madness turns into a wreck.

I knew that this was wrong at first sight
but further and further I ran from the light
for your scent was sweet and saccharine
made me oblivious to all the signs.

You appeared like a bolt of lightning
sent me deep in chaos and head spinning
you wont let me breathe and give me a chance
as if you were a stark and deadly avalanche.

My lungs ached and begged to be let free
from your terrifying and poisonous winter
emanating a bright light that consumed me
sent me deep into a cold shiver.

Iera Stilinski