Horror Poem: Totem: Winter x Exorcism, by Mateo Perez Lara

I wake up in cold sweat
icicles: my eyes now weapon
I must address these holes in my hand
address green puke on my chest
my head spinning uncontrollably
a blizzard came through
blew open my windows
I’m shivering, devouring everybody
who comes near
they tried warning me
tenderness was dangerous
you put your hand to his forehead
he puts his hand to your forehead
we’ve, now, at present, lost limbs
we put snow in the wound
we put wound in the snow
we remain hostile
talking in tongues
steam from our mouths
uncouth, unworthy
I am so tired
I just want to see the sun.

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