Snow

Ubiquitous frost fills the air I breathe.

Icy fragments of my exhales settle on my neck,

Coaxing a dash of scarlet to the lobes of my ears.

You lay beneath the snow, frozen in place.

I strike my fists against your captors,

Against the layers of insecurity that hold you.

A fissure appears, a break in what breaks you.

I bury my hands in the snow, prepared to free you,

But a wind grips you once more with its abundant snow.

I fervently clear this, galvanized by the thought of seeing you once more.

Yet I dig for hours, only to find you are gone,

Buried deeper in a place far from here.