Not Merely a Cloud

Not merely a cloud
But a weapon
Foggy with moisture
That freezes and cakes
In your lungs
They'll stop your heartbeat
If you dare to get close
Enough to their lips

Not merely a cloud
But a weapon
They carry knives in their fingers
Carving through the porcelain
Engraved on their skin

Not merely a cloud
But a weapon
More than a brief inhale
And a dangerous exhale

Let's watch the light
They'll create
With the lightening
In their sharp soul

Step back
And hold on