Fire
DemonSpawn
Date:
17/10/2004
It's cold on the bike
in Winter.
Hands cramp into claws.
You have to
pry them
from the handlebars.
Knuckles relive past pains.
Cheeks burn
as icy fire singes the skin.
Hips and knees
freeze
in place.
Chill wind scoffs
at leather hide,
invading
with every small breach,
thrilling the senses,
wakening the spine.
And the only defense is
to go faster,
and rely on the
demon heat inside to
stop you
from freezing to the saddle.
Categories: Winter
