Sitting-Room Massacre

Sellotape-raw fingers,

sleep-deprived eyes,

late nights and

impossible bills.

All in the hope of engendering

that look of delight

like a teenager laying eyes

on their idol.

Over in a frenzied rip and tear,

a sitting-room massacre,

red ribbons, crumpled faces

look accusingly.

Is that all there is?

And you never made it snow.