I'll creep through your veins, leaving you cold, frozen, and riddled with cracks.
I'll twist in your lungs, short of breath and dragging painful.
I'll taste the moisture on your lips and steal it away like a bandit, leaving them chapped and bleeding.
I'll envelop you.
I'll make your nights longer and your days shorter and bleak.
You'll keep your head down and your body covered in a half-hearted attempt to protect yourself.
But winter whispers through,
and so do I.
Winter kills, steals, freezes, and burns.
And so do I.
