Brock Daumler

Love - Poem by Brock Daumler

a cold snow bank
yearns for warmth outside
simply by existing
i'm lying naked on it
to keep it warm
because nothings better
than the smell of formaldehyde
singeing your nose hairs
and twisting your insides
Nothing beats death's descending maw
that queasy feeling as you lose consciousness
and when your eyes roll back into a blank white stare
waving your hollow gaping jaw
but you've already frozen solid

Topic(s) of this poem: love, snow

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 12, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 26, 2017

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