Hourglasses & Sandcastles.

I will always contradict you,
the ice forming on top of every
sidewalk you ever built, dream
you ever sketched, disease you
ever overcame.

And dear, your heart won't take
damage lightly, for I will be
fifty degrees below zero
as these eyes freeze your blood
and these lips send a scorching
peppermint kiss of poison.

You cannot mate with time and
expect to not fade away...

You will not live to see any rests,
any commas, periods, truck stops,
or emergency pullovers; I am the
force that no one can glide across.

Toned legs will give out while your
throat wheezes for air because
the weather keeps crowding you,
dirt and ocean and glaciers a massive
attack upon your name.

Do not look for my hand at the end
of this course, love,
for it would be better to dig your
own grave from here.

-
Oct 31, 2012
Written for Chelsey's Survivor Contest: Challenge 1.