The Midwest In The Winter Time, Plays Tricks Upon A Shivering Mind

A touch on the melancholy side.

Drowned in the temptations of another.

My head spins...poor mind lost in a dazzling fantasy of lazy days.

Lost..where the sun shines...so far away from this cold wilderness that is life in Iowa.

An ivory wonderland lays in wake behind my window. The gray cast sky shimmering a fine silver, and gently cries icicle like tears to the frigid earth below.

It's a death trap.

Those soft, delicate flakes...freeze. Bare flesh turns blue and numb within the sparkling crystals. How deceptively beautiful the world is.

A charming winter paradise to go descend into.

Each breath casts spells of cobweb like air. Gossamer visions dance about as parted lips melt the nipping air. Like glass, it shatters within one's lungs...and we're all left dumb struck by the shock.

Warmth left...life left...what was left but the fading breath in one's trembling body.

She gasped.

Curse this frigid wasteland of ignorance. It's starved of warmth out here. And worse yet, culture.

One can't even shed a tear for one's own loss...it would freeze upon the cheek of the fool who dared to weep.

Get me out of this cornfield cage.