
Cold,
silence,
frozen lips,
whispered secrets,
breath mingled with icy clouds of moisture.
Her half dead eyes flicker faintly with life,
untold dolor,
all revealed,
gazes,
told.
Tears,
unknown,
pools on lids,
frozen lashes,
delicate icicles frame her cold eyes.
Staining deep blue from her docile sorrow,
frozen in pasts,
void of life,
the end,
comes.
Ice,
freezes,
frigid hands,
now bruised and blue,
a simple detachment, ice in her veins.




















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