
I burned The Witch of Frost,
Melted away her power,
So–
I am no longer
Bewitched by frost
In chilling climes.
Neither am I
Spellbound by lighted
Fires of fake fantastical
Promises of ghosts—
Nor can I hear
Whispering words meant
To warm you against the frost
Of lies used to charm,
Bewitching you
Into believing
Frost’s chilling, icy burn
Is desire’s fire warming.