Day Sixteen: 'Snowman poem written on a Sunday night' by Rob Auton

Snowman poem written on a Sunday night

I fell slowly to Earth

Quietly as to not disturb anybody

Just let me lie here

Quilting this field in my own way
The only way I know
All I want is quiet
To melt
Away
You force me into a man
A carrot is screwed into my face
An orange is screwed into my face
You have gone wrong on my face HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

You correct my face

The face I don’t want
The face I don’t need
Then you leave

Rob Auton