Naked In The Snow Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Naked In The Snow

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You had me stand naked in the snow.
Then you undressed my soul
as if it was a paper plate
that you could rip up and
throw into the garbage.
I shivered in the cold,
aware that every fibre of me
was afraid of the words you
could growl out so easily.
You laughed at how uncomfortable
I was.
This was magic to you.
A memory you would grasp and
hold forever in your hands.
Delightfully you wet your lips,
hoping to see the green garbage bag
encircle me in your version of trash.
I trembled a little bit,
thinking that the demons in your eyes
were like the glittering diamonds
in the ring I once bought for you.
You had me stand naked in the snow.
Every fault exposed and ready for
presentation.
somehow the perception of me
had shifted for you.
Now your goal was denial of any good,
enjoying the death of my trust
in what we represented to one another.
You had me stand naked in the snow,
turning blue.
I knew we had died.

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