Icy isn’t it
As if I need more ways to fall
What are you trying to do, you cold bitch?
Kill me?
Send me tumbling down the driveway
Trip me up on a snowy rut
Feet flying out, ass bouncing on the ground
Icy isn’t it
Now I have a black eye
Swollen knee
I get back up
I don’t cry
Not dead yet you bitch
Sincerely,
I’m old
I fall I break and bruise and bleed
On the ice.