microscopic muses

  An open window  Escape route  Hostile hospital 

  Another battle (to) conquer  Unnoticed by you Blood seeps from a cannula

Time, tick-tocking away horarius *your* Beautiful birthday blooms

  Winter, teach me how to love you: how to embrace your cold calculating arms your cruel iced laced charms And how to warm your frozen fingers (against my skin) as I pull you in; away from your own vain vapour (teach me Winter...    ...teach me how  to love  * you  *)                         ~   SarahA. O’Leary Copyright  ©  2017

 You are so cold  And every Winter   I wonder why

  Saying so little But then meaning so much Intelligence

  Living or dying ? Either way You are surviving  *if you have to ask*