Chills of Winter
A Whisper of Silence
Encased in a leaden capsule Framed by snarls of branches Outlining the frozen abyss A path muted by echoing reserve Lashes held in ice-coated lacework Her stony eyes flicker through the onslaught of pellets Alone, still, penetrated Continue forward One step, two, three Crack Her heart bashes through her ribcage She turns Eyes scanning the unyielding chasm Crack Crack CRACK The shatter of encapsulated stillness Slipping, sliding, pushing through the ivory walls She runs A fog of quickening breaths Clouding her sight Then, Branches breaking, a deafening sound Something coming from above She stops, eyes shifting to the sky Claws of icicles A face of rigid, colorless peaks Mouth stretching, a cave of pearlescent ice She wails, devoured The bleak landscape absorbing her fear The monster takes back to the sky Its prey a quickly fading memory Nothing left but A whisper of silence
Choose one emotion you struggle with the most and write a poem that puts the reader in the shoes of what that emotion feels like to you
Poet Bio
T.S. Moon (They/Fae/Just Use My Name) is an author, poet, horror scholar and critic. They are an LGBTQ+ focused mental health professional, bibliotherapist and emphasize the healing power of horror, books, and poetry. Known as The Horror Maven, T.S. Moon is passionate about emphasizing marginalized voices in the genre. Connect with them: linktr.ee/thehorrormaven