I Hate Winter

Tendrils of peppermint tingle the insides of my nostrils

Spilling tiny needles onto my tongue until I taste blood

Right before stinging my eyes to the hell before me

Glass forever shattering pierces the insides of my skull

While my fleshy exterior is victim to another adversary

Chipping away at the numbness of my chilled skin

So frigid it burns where there is traitorous feeling

A wintry underworld holds no better fitting welcome