Winter

It’s so much simpler

In the depths of winter –

All is bare,

All is bitter,

The midnight air,

The echoes that whisper –

When you gently

Kissed my neck,

I felt all of your love,

There was emptiness

In the form of a great hug –

Do you fear death

When nothing is left?

And the sky is gone

With the tears you’ve wept –

It’s favorite nourishment

For the soil,

Salt-laced tears and

Our bones that toil –  

Dying and decaying

While I’m no longer praying –

I’ve found myself in the chilled midnight air;

With God,

I am staying.

Winter, Death, and the Silence of the Cold

Winter strips everything down to its essence.
The leaves are gone. The warmth disappears. What remains is bare truth.

That same stark atmosphere inspired our latest winter horror short film Death Trip, filmed in the frozen wilderness. Like the poem above, the film explores isolation, mortality, and the strange clarity that emerges when everything else fades away.

If the poem resonated with you, the film explores similar themes in a darker, cinematic form.

Watch Death Trip below.

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