I charm and beguile

Smile that damn smile
Who can resist the wiles of the snow princess?

I’m weightless in wool
Aglow in the snow
Lend me your hand, let me keep your warm fingers cold.

I’m dressed heavy, so heavy
Drowning in a fortress around me
What is my body to them all but some damn fantasy?

Under covers and weighted blankets
Under cover of nightfall and dagger-like nails
Undercover, swathed in clothes made to hide me

I’m a secret veiled tightly
Rotten apples wrapped nicely
Your sweet, perfect snow angel is lying.

Talia Blumofe is on a journey into the mind and into behavior. Currently studying in Israel, she is learning art and psychology, respectively. She wants to do some good.