Snow cold symbolism paired with imagery;
A euphemism, a truth, a schism, all lived happily.
Bundled at the seams and frozen and the ends,
Does each package die a little as you send it to its death?
Tear strokes painting pain up to its edge,
"But if you lie to yourself, you can tear anything to a convoluted mess."
If all that exists is packaging where too much is too much
Then I’ll try to speak less.
In return I can’t ask for you to listen less
So I’ll do that for you too,
Not to shut off the world,
Just to give it what it’s due.