SNOW Poem by Domnica Drumea

my life is an endless field of snow.
in front of the window, I tell you that snow wipes away everything,
every trace.
I broke the mirror that reflected me whole,
I can't stand myself.
don't ask me why my left hand hits objects,
I can't stand myself.
my life is an endless field of snow.
making love like you're shut inside an iron maiden.
laughing to the point of exhaustion.
replace a severed head with another
and your arms encircle me violently and place me among objects.
the sun like an incision on the winter sky.
forcing the limits of control, knowing the exact dosage,
all you need to do is not fall asleep.
I am an endless field of dirty snow.
I wipe away everything.
every trace.