Frozen with Fever

Riley Danvers

Crystals fall from branches

laden with robes of ice,

 

shimmer in sunlight.

I should be happy here

 

among the trees and snow,

but instead I ache.

 

Instead I burn with

need for the love he will not give,

 

The man outside the car

Putting chains on the tires;

 

I ache for the love he withholds.

I need affection to feed

 

the communal parts of us, 

this bleeding marriage.

 

My mind is warm,

my body aflame,

 

the fever of empty spaces

turns me frigid.

 

I want to leave the car

and merge with snow

 

and trees, cool my soul,

freeze the bruises on my spirit.

 

I need more from him than I

will ever receive 

 

and now

must write myself into a

 

woman that will allow me

to leave.