In Winter

by Lakshmi

in winter
i cover my hands and feet
in the warmth of secrecy
my fingers feeling loosely
the familiar tinge of hell

in winter
i become a masquerader
my room becomes my world
and what’s outside my window
is another thing of fantasy

in winter
i free the things i held on to
identity and society
i am no longer a child of the earth
but a fleshless creature of essence

in winter
i pace the quiet rooms
turning off the lamps as i go
and darkness is the cold companion
i shake hands with again

winter is going
i shed my layers and embrace
my rusting bones
i shed my essence and embrace
my wrinkled skin
and say


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