Winter storm

 A winter storm has come and now it hurts to look out the window. 

But no more than the hurt of not holding my daughter.

Old smiles that wrap me up like memories fading away.

Ever since the summer we came to abhor ice. And now ice sneaks at night bursting out pipes creating chaos and wet feet everywhere they are not supposed to be. 

Everything freezes, stores bread-less and milk-less. People hopeless. I, daughterless.

Hostile cold. A deceitfully beautiful white shroud covers the land.

Snowflakes falling like sand grains in an hourglass except the hourglass is the desert and this snow never melts. Can’t help but wonder what’s the point in all of that.

One snow fluff after another, I lose track amidst a reguetón track, as senseless as this bleak and grim time (oh, we are so far away from the sun) but the music is jolly, so I will dance to it just so I do not quit life. That message that you heard was a provocation (you should make your own mind).

And all the salt circles outside my dwelling can’t help prevent me from slipping on the frozen ground and break my back nor protect me from the evil that lurks out tonight.

A winter storm has come and knocked the power off and now it is cold inside.