When the Cold Comes

The time i dread is when the cold comes

There are no blows, no discomforting touch

The words out of mouth aren’t overt in harshness

But i dread when the cold comes

Because then your bite gets worse

Verbal disgust where one should expect

Gentler words as before when skin felt warm

Your pain changes you, like a drink would or a drug

And then nothing is enough.

For a quarter of days, all my flaws are on display

For you to prick at, to spit poison at, always with

The hard change that always comes to your face

I dread when the cold comes

Because it always makes you change.