Avalanche

I.

I cannot breath nor hear nor speak.

Your words fill my

Mouth and my nose.

Your voice fills my ears.

Trapped beneath this

Weight that buries me

There’s only the fear

You instill

And a rapidly shrinking

Air supply.

II.

It’s only when you have been

Buried by an avalanche

That you begin to know the truth.

White is the color of hell.