Frosted Tribulations ( With Phen Weston)

Platitudes came disguised,

Wrapped neatly up

In glittered trappings,

A not so subtle attempt

At repurposing stale fare.

It came with the season,

Regressed to a state of fruition,

In trappings blackened

In the harsh blast of winter,

Lovers of frozen care.

Fear wore a cloak of pride,

Frosted panes of doubt,

Concealing jagged cracks and scars.

Trophies left behind

By lies cold bite.

Was there ever a reason

As frigid as this?

Distinguished humiliation trained

Behind those soft eyes,

Locked in undetermined words.

Desire had fed the embers

Of unwarranted expectations,

Only to be doused by disappointment,

And the once warm pulse of want

Was stilled in icy veins.

*****

This piece was a collaboration with the talented wordsmith

Phen Weston

As ever, writing with him is a joy and honor

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