here comes mr. white christmas

there's danger in the snow fall

each year i feel myself turn

boy to beast

razor sharp teeth

pours over me

like sex

cold rotten sex

season sick

sea sun stroke

choked

up

with my wrists tied

"when a gun is in your mouth, you only speak in vowels."

buk-ow

it's hard to write when things go well

no storm to slay

or hook to rip from my lip

sun pores into my cup

a queen rules justly

fair

to peasant and knight alike