Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart

I know a girl made of winter

I know a girl made of winter

I know a girl made of winter

and I see her face everyday,

Her eyes -

big and bitter and treacherous,

hold the fiercest of biting blizzards

While her cheeks are left

with a mere dusting of snow;

light and soft and pale

as the full moon against an ink cimmerian canvas

Her aphotic hair frozen in pin-straight sheets

draped around her snowy complexion,

nipping at the edges of white

Lips a gleaming crimson -

smeared menacingly across frosted panes of ice,

they stand out shockingly 

unnaturally

invitingly

Enticing any wayward wanderer closer -

closer to catch their fatal chill,

closer to their desperate but futile search

for a way out of the endless bite of the cold 

You see

I know a girl made of winter

and I see her face everyday,

for now trapped behind a mirror pane  

but how long can I keep her at bay?