Winter's Curse

"Just shut up", you mutter tersely,

cutting my nagging narative short.

Taken aback, I clamp my mouth shut.

Heart sinking, I glare at you,

silently fuming now.

If stares could kill

you'd be dead on the floor

and I'd be dancing in victory

on your head,

smiling and laughing.

But my icy glare is not lethal

and is met with an equally cold stare from you.

I can see you thinking,

see you wondering

what you did to deserve

to be stuck with me.

Then you smile sweetly and say,

"I think it's time you leave."

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