warm piles of clothes and snow angels.

Have you ever laid upon
a pile of clothes,
just out of dryer?
Just so you can feel warm
'cause your flesh keeps you frozen.
Your tears are ice crystals
flowing from your already bloodshot eyes.
Making your sculpted face even
more beautiful than it was before.
And, you're just laying there melting
into the pile of already washed clothing.
Getting them soaking wet
just so you can put them back in the tumbler.
So, that you can lie upon them again.
So, you can feel something other than numbed pain.
As the frost of the winters night
bites and kisses your lips
making it impossible to drink the hot Chocolate in your hands.
Thinking it'll warm you up from the inside out.
No, it never does.
You're just as fucked up before
you made the mug full of hot liquid.
Even the sweetness of the marshmallows has a bitter flavor.

Everything is just so ugly when you're on this frozen tundra of feelings.
And, the only thing that makes you
feel something is standing out in snow naked whilst making angels in white blanket upon the ground.
Then, you cuddle your angel thinking it's guiding yourself to a better, happier place.
When in reality you're just
stuck in the place you begun in first place.
Only to repeat it again, tomorrow?