You had me stand naked in the snow. <br />Then you undressed my soul <br />as if it was a paper plate <br />that you could rip up and <br />throw into the garbage. <br />I shivered in the cold, <br />aware that every fibre of me <br />was afraid of the words you <br />could growl out so easily. <br />You laughed at how uncomfortable <br />I was. <br />This was magic to you. <br />A memory you would grasp and <br />hold forever in your hands. <br />Delightfully you wet your lips, <br />hoping to see the green garbage bag <br />encircle me in your version of trash. <br />I trembled a little bit, <br />thinking that the demons in your eyes <br />were like the glittering diamonds <br />in the ring I once bought for you. <br />You had me stand naked in the snow. <br />Every fault exposed and ready for <br />presentation. <br />somehow the perception of me <br />had shifted for you. <br />Now your goal was denial of any good, <br />enjoying the death of my trust <br />in what we represented to one another. <br />You had me stand naked in the snow, <br />turning blue. <br />I knew we had died.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/naked-in-the-snow/
