Snow Bride

I never meant to threaten you with heaven

In the cold you could cling onto me and split a flask, muttering about the weather

In the heat I could come home to you on the couch with your feet on the head rest in Front of a fan

Fainting there, looking at me with desperate eyes, thinking I could help

It's a fantasy I don't mind coming home to

I've seen Aries rise, give birth to fruit deadly to eat

Then I became part of something that I feared, left to die here

I know parents don't want to hear that their creation is better off in death

But with great pain, comes great creativity

It's a fantasy, no more and no less

It's a book that's left open on the nightstand