Flakes of glass snow into my lungs,
a hint of liquor… in ruined soundlessness.
There may be rationality beyond a dammed flow of reason.
Shards of rain… shower into my eyes… shattering.
Bloody tearcicles slither beneath these eyelids.
Oh the aurora snow and I are so destructive.
Hail sheared my face in the storming, insanity strikes,
lacerating my fleshy coat…
“Here I am!”