I found this poem on a writing site i'm a member of in some challenge thing. I'd completely forgotten about it...and I kind of like it too. Dunno what it's called yet.
Everyday a Snowman says "Hello"
Resentment, like bile,
rises to claim me
and I am mute
The children respond in a timely fashion,
Gloves and pom poms for hats,
rosy cheeks and all.
They flee their homes
to catch his greeting on their tongues
and I watch from above
with growing dread
As "Hello" grows from a whisper
to a din
the Man's call is answered
and they build him a body of
oblong curves and innocence.
This voice housed in an awkward
shroud--
a dire omen--
And the sleigh bells ring and lights are hung and--
my sister is cut down,
I drowning in her keening wails.
Hunting season opens with a
"Timber!"
My cousins are bedazzled with lights and
crystal baubles.
And they stand a-glow in macabre farce
dead, but seeming alive and the children--
the children dance around the
decorated corpses of my kin
singing,
"Santa is coming to town."
And is it any wonder that
Satan borrows his name glyphs from
that "saint?"
All the while there is "Peace on Earth"
and my family is decimated.
It is only a matter of time before I am
chosen.
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