Cold

It's a monster.

One that has sharp teeth,

that loves to bite your lungs.

Teeth shaped like sharp cones.

Frigid to the touch.

Deadly to the bite.

It's big enough to devour you.

Swallow you whole,

leaving you shivering.

Shivering, quivering, shaking, quaking.

What protection you have on isn't enough,

it's never enough.

However, if you're nice to the beast.

If you pet it and accept it.

If you love the Cold.

Then you're free.

While everyone is hiding from the monster,

you're where they aren't.

Playing with the Cold.

The land is so white,

giving the new world a new feel.

A new perspective.

You look at the monster, and smile.

The beast's icy blue lips smile back.

You're just living in the moment.