winter

i am the undead
i crawl and drag myself
through the jagged icy snow
the wind whistles
through the gaping hole
torn in my chest
bitter cold stings me
but i do not feel
i do not speak
i am numb
dead but alive
a shell
of what i once was
reduced to a ghost
i whisper
your name
hoarsely
on chapped bleeding lips
through shattered teeth
one last time​