Her hair was made of cobwebs.
strings of dewy whites and grays,
laced with frost and smelling like
a frozen ashen forest.
skeleton fingers,
skeleton paws,
painted with a soulless thinness
they carried her slowly through
the stone valley's
dead-bark twists and turns.
a secret, a solace,
a whispering wind
sent high-pitched creaking
through the ghost-town playground,
swings swung back and forth,
pushed by childlike spirits,
and the floor
was littered with the broken bones
of autumn's brittle leaves.
his whistle pierced through
blankets of thick, haunting silence
that hung, motionless,
and rang clear
throughout the canyon floor,
sharp and sweet as
the itching wrist
and blood-stained steel,
an omen brought to light
by october's icy moon.
at the stir of gravel, eyes shot open and shone through the fog of night
searching for
hurting for
an outsider's discovery,
moonlit orbs illuminated fear and
hopelessness and
a velvet lust
for soft lights and crystal colors,
for harmony gently floating,
gently leaking through the
shining stain-glass room,
a lust for snow flakes
stuck on eyelashes,
nooses of silken scarves hanging
from the trees in central park.
"let me kiss
the winter from your cheeks,"
he said to her
a slippery grin on his face
twisted lips too tired of
trying to smile
kept falling,
falling from his dark facade.
"we could
run away from here,"
he said to her,
cleverly kind,
consequently wanting
consequently watching
the pageant that was life.
"don't be scared of the cold."
He didn't know it
but she was the cold.
a heart that beat at absolute zero
kept her standing on the
frozen metal train tracks,
stormy eyes made of
spearmint breaths
puffed out into the dormant air
looking like cigarette smoke
and fingertips,
flesh against raincoat colors,
trembling like
a small dog in the snow.
these beautiful people
they were killing her
all of them drawn to the cold.
these beautiful people
they were melting her
icy insides gone, just bones
remained
until spring's rain
drowned december's sadness
and everyone left her
comfortably alone,
the beautiful people
were comfortably alone.
