I was surprised by the snow. It arrived with no context, making no contact, not enough to crunch under my cheap shoes, no footprints, no letter to say goodbye, written with icy fingers. Just breezing by, without a care in the world.

I capture the colour of your essence on my lips, but it doesn’t keep you from cowering. I feigned familiarity, just to soften the blow, but there is nothing I can do to ease your mind, as I ease you away from this place. You have grown familiar with the beating of your heart, and…

Eyes like earth, still shining, sparkling under the sunlight, with a strand of silver hair across her stare, watching herself in the mirror, reminiscing upon the days when her mane was raven. There were so many days inside of her, so many minutes that made her melt into waterfalls of wanting, typhoons of tears, cyclones…