The Grin of Midwinter

The grin of midwinter slaughters me
And despondency drifts
Through my arteries, my cherished one
I hear the sound of my blood pumping, it resounds

Words exit like kisses from my mouth
And in my mind morality abounds, cleansed,
Purified, discrepancies identified. Emerging
From a steel heart. Making dresses, making coats

Catering for a dynasty
And my lips open and shut
Jewelled perfection with well-oiled hinges
But at my core is chaos
And my eyes are flashing.